"I must go to him. Mr. Damon, will
you fill the tanks with oil and gasoline, while I send off a message?"
"Oil and gasoline," murmured the odd man, while hundreds pressed up to
congratulate Tom Swift "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to my father in the Humming-Bird," said Tom. "It's the only
way I can see him alive," and he began to click off a message to Mr.
Jackson, stating that he had won the race and was going to fly to
Shopton, while Mr. Damon and several others replenished the fuel and oil
of the aeroplane.
Tom Swift had won one race. Could he win the other?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Home Again--Conclusion
Mr. Sharp pushed his way through the crowd.
"The committee has the certified check ready for you, Tom," called the
balloonist. "Will you come and get it?"
"Send it to me, please," answered the young inventor. "I must go to my
father."
"Huh! I'd have beaten him in another round," boasted Andy Foger. No one
paid any attention to him.
"Monsieur ezz plucky!" said the Frenchman, Perique.
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