Tom Swift and His War Tank; Or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam

by Victor Appleton

  Chapter VI

  Seeing Things

  For a moment Tom Swift looked at his chum. Then something of what waspassing in the mind of the young bond salesman must have been reflectedto Tom, for he said,

  "Look here, old man; I know it may seem a bit strange to go to all thattrouble to get exempted from the draft, to which I am eligible, but,believe me, there's a reason. I can't say anything now, but I'll tellyou as soon as I can--tell everybody, in fact. Just now it isn't inshape to talk about."

  "Oh, that's all right, Tom," and Ned tried to make his voice soundnatural. "I was just wondering, that's all. I wanted to go to the frontthe worst way, but they wouldn't let me. I was sort of hoping youcould, and come back to tell me about it."

  "I may yet, Ned."

  "You may? Why, I thought--"

  "Oh, I'm only exempted for a time. I've got certain things to do, and Icouldn't do 'em if I enlisted or was drafted. So I've been excused fora time. Now I've got a pile of work to do. What are you up to Ned? Sameold story?"

  "Liberty Bonds--yes. Your father just took some more."

  "And so will I, Ned. I can do that, anyhow, even if I don't enlist. Putme down for another two thousand dollars' worth."

  "Say, Tom, that's fine! That will make my share bigger than I countedon. Shopton will beat the record."

  "That's good. We ought to pull strong and hearty for our home town.How's everything else?"

  "Oh, so-so. I see Koku and Eradicate trying to outdo one another inguarding that part of your plant," and Ned nodded toward the big newbuilding.

  "Yes, I had to let Rad play detective. Not that he can doanything--he's too old. But it keeps him and Koku from quarreling allthe while. I've got to be pretty careful about that shop. It's got asecret in it that--Well, the less said about it the better."

  "You're getting my curiosity aroused, Tom," remarked Ned.

  "It'll have to go unsatisfied for a while. Wait a bit and I'll give youa ride. I've got to go over to Sackett on business, and if you're goingthat way I'll take you."

  "What in?"

  "The Hawk."

  "That's me!" cried Ned. "I haven't been in an aircraft for some time."

  "Tell Miles to run her out," requested Tom. "I've got to go in and sayhello to dad a minute, and then I'll be with you."

  "Seems like something was in the wind, Tom--big doings?" hinted Ned.

  "Yes, maybe there is. It all depends on how she turns out."

  "You might be speaking of the Hawk or--Mary Nestor!" said Ned, with asidelong look at his chum.

  "As it happens, it's neither one," said Tom, and then he hastened away,to return shortly and guide his fleet little airship, the Hawk, on heraerial journey.

  From then on, at least for some time, neither Tom nor Ned mentioned thematters they had been discussing--Tom's failure to enlist, hisexemption, and what was being built in the closely guarded shop.

  Tom's business in Sackett did not take him long, and then he and Nedwent for a little ride in the air.

  "It's like old times!" exclaimed Ned, his eyes shining, though Tomcould not see them for two reasons. One was that Ned was sitting behindhim, and the other was that Ned wore heavy goggles, as did the youngpilot. Also, they had to carry on their talk through the speaking tubearrangement.

  "Yes, it is a bit like old times," agreed Tom. "We've had some greatold experiences together, Ned, haven't we?"

  "We surely have! I wonder if we'll have any more? When we were in thesubmarine, and in your big airship. Say, that big one is the one Ialways liked! I like big things."

  "Do you?" asked Tom. "Well, maybe, when I get--"

  But Tom did not finish, for the Hawk unexpectedly poked her nose intoan empty pocket in the air just then, and needed a firm hand on thecontrols. Furthermore, Tom decided against making the confidence thatwas on the tip of his tongue.

  At last the aircraft was straightened out and the pilot guided her ontoward the army encampment.

  "That's the place I'd like to be," called Ned through the tube as thefaint, sweet notes of a bugle floated up from the parade ground.

  "Yes, it would be great," admitted Tom. "But there are other things todo for Uncle Sam besides wearing khaki."

  "Tom's up to some game," mused Ned. "I mustn't judge him too hastily,or I might make a mistake. And Mary mustn't, either. I'll tell her so."

  For Mary Nestor had spoken to Ned concerning Tom, and the curiouslysecretive air about certain of his activities. And the girl, moreover,had spoken rather coldly of her friend. Ned did not like this. It wasnot like Mary and Tom to be at odds.

  Once more the Hawk came to the ground, this time near the airship shedsadjoining the Swift works. Just as Tom and Ned alighted, one of theworkmen summoned the young inventor toward the shop, which was soclosely guarded by Koku and Eradicate on the outside.

  "I'll have to leave you, Ned," remarked Tom, as he turned away from hischum. "There's a conference on about a new invention."

  "Oh, that's all right. Business is business, you know. I've got somebond calls to make myself. I'll see you later."

  "Oh, by the way, Ned!" exclaimed Tom, turning back for a moment, "I metan old friend the other day; or rather an old enemy."

  "Hum! When you spoke first, I thought you might mean ProfessorSwyington Bumper, that delightful scientist," remarked Ned. "But hesurely was no enemy."

  "No; but I meant some one I met about the same time. I met Blakeson,one of the rival contractors when I helped dig the big tunnel."

  "Is that so? Where'd you meet him?"

  "Right around here. It was certainly a surprise, and at first Icouldn't place him. Then the memory of his face came back to me," andTom related the incident which had taken place the day he and Mr. Damonwere out in the Hawk.

  "What's he doing around here?" asked Ned.

  "That's more than I can say," Tom answered.

  "Up to no good, I'll wager!"

  "I agree with you," came from Tom. "But I'm on the watch."

  "That's wise, Tom. Well, I'll see you later."

  During the week which followed this talk Ned was very busy on LibertyBond work, and, he made no doubt, his chum was engaged also. Thisprevented them from meeting, but finally Ned, one evening, decided towalk over to the Swift home.

  "I'll pay Tom a bit of a call," he mused. "Maybe he'll feel more liketalking now. Some of the boys are asking why he doesn't enlist, andmaybe if I tell him that he'll make some explanation that will quietthings down a bit. It's a shame that Tom should be talked about."

  With this intention in view, Ned kept on toward his chum's house, andhe was about to turn in through a small grove of trees, which wouldlead to a path across the fields, when the young bond salesman wassurprised to hear some one running toward him. He could see no one, forthe path wound in and out among the trees, but the noise was plain.

  "Some one in a hurry," mused Ned.

  A moment later he caught sight of a small lad named Harry Telfordrunning toward him. The boy had his hat in his hand, and was speedingthrough the fast-gathering darkness as though some one were after him.

  "What's the rush?" asked Ned. "Playing cops and robbers?" That was agame Tom and Ned had enjoyed in their younger days.

  "I--I'm runnin' away!" panted Harry. "I--I seen something!"

  "You saw something?" repeated Ned. "What was it--a ghost?" and helaughed, thinking the boy would do the same.

  "No, it wasn't no ghost!" declared Harry, casting a look over hisshoulder. "It was a wild elephant that I saw, and it's down in a bigyard with a fence around it."

  "Where's that?" asked Ned. "The circus hasn't come to town thisevening, has it?"

  "No," answered Harry, "it wasn't no circus. I saw this elephant down inthe big yard back of one of Mr. Swift's factories."

  "Oh, down there, was it!" exclaimed Ned. "What was it like?"

  "Well, I was walking along the top of the hill," explained Harry, "andthere's one place where, if you climb a tree, you can look right downin the big fenced-in
yard. I guess I'm about the only one that knowsabout it."

  "I don't believe Tom does," mused Ned, "or he'd have had that tree cutdown. He doesn't want any spying, I take it. Well, what'd you see?" heasked Harry aloud.

  "Saw an elephant, I tell you!", insisted the younger boy. "I was inthe tree, looking down, for a lot of us kids has tried to peek throughthe fence and couldn't I wanted to see what was there."

  "And did you?" asked Ned.

  "I sure did! And it scared me, too," admitted Harry. "All at once, whenI was lookin', I saw the big doors at the back of the shed open, andthe elephant waddled out."

  "Are you sure you weren't 'seeing things,' like the little boy in thestory?" asked Ned.

  "Well, I sure did see something!" insisted Harry. "It was a great biggray thing, bigger'n any elephant I ever saw in any circus. It didn'tseem to have any tail or trunk, or even legs, but it went slow, justlike an elephant does, and it shook the ground, it stepped so hard!"

  "Nonsense!" cried Ned.

  "Sure I saw it!" cried Harry. "Anyhow," he added, after a moment'sthought, "it was as big as an elephant, though not like any I ever saw."

  "What did it do?" asked Ned.

  "Well, it moved around and then it started for the fence nearest me,where I was up in the tree. I thought it might have seen me, eventhough it was gettin' dark, and it might bust through; so I ran!"

  "Hum! Well, you surely were seeing things," murmured Ned, but, while hemade light of what the boy told him, the young bank clerk was thinking:"What is Tom up to now?"