But you helped me win, Mr. Damon."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the odd man.
"Yes, you did. You helped me a lot."
"Well, are you going to keep after more air-prizes, Tom, or are you
going to try for something else?" asked his father.
"I don't believe I'll go in any more aeroplane races right away,"
answered the young inventor. "For some time I've been wanting to
complete and perfect my electric rifle. I think I'll begin work on that
soon."
"And go hunting?" asked Mr. Damon.
"I think so," answered Tom, dreamily. "I don't know just where, though."
Where he went, and what he shot, will be told in the next volume of this
series, to be called: "Tom Swift and His Electric Rifle; or, Daring
Adventures in Elephant Land."
For a few moments after Tom's announcement no one spoke, then the young
inventor said:
"It's too bad that first set of plans were stolen. If I had them I could
make a good deal with the Government about my little aeroplane. But they
don't want to take up with it as long as there is a chance of some
foreign nation getting information about the secret parts, and my
patents won't hold abroad.
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