CHAPTER XXIV
IN THE MOONLIGHT
With a reassuring smile the visitor from Washington looked at Tom Swift.
"The government officials," he said, "know more than some people givethem credit for--especially in these war times. Our intelligence bureauand secret service has been much enlarged of late. But don't bealarmed, Mr. Swift," went on the caller, whose name was Mr. BlairTerrill. "Your secret is safe with the government, but I think the timeis ripe to use it now--that is, if you have perfected it to a pointwhere we can use it."
"Yes," answered Tom slowly, "the invention is practically finished andit is a success, except for a few minor matters that will not take longto complete.
"Our accident this afternoon had nothing to do with the efficiency ofthe silencer," Tom went on. "It was deliberately damaged by some spy.I'll take that up later. That I am interested to know how you heard ofmy Air Scout, as I call it."
"Well, we have agents, you know, watching all the inventors who havehelped us in times past, and we haven't forgotten your giant cannon orbig searchlight. I might say, to end your curiosity and lull yoursuspicions, that your friend, Ned Newton, who has been doing such goodLiberty Bond work, informed us of your progress on the silent motor."
"Oh, so it was Ned!" exclaimed Tom.
"Yes. He told us the time was about ripe for us to make you an offerfor your machine. I think we can use it to great advantage in scoutwork on the western front," went on the agent, and he soon convincedTom that when it came to a knowledge of airships, he had some verypertinent facts at his disposal.
"When can you give me a test?" Mr. Terrill asked Tom.
"As soon as I can get my craft back to the shop and fit on a new outercase. That won't take long, as I have some spare ones. But I must helpthe Nestors," he went on, speaking to his father. "I didn't mention itover the wire," he added, "but we've found in the cabin a clew to themissing man. I must tell Mary and her mother, and help them all I can."
"And allow me to help, too," begged Mr. Terrill. "Since this affectsyou, Mr. Swift, and since you are, in a way, working for Uncle Sam, youmust let him help you. This is the first I have heard of the missinggentleman, of whom your father just told me something, but you mustallow me to help search for him. I will get the United States SecretService at work."
"That will be fine!" cried Tom. "I wanted to get their aid, but Ididn't see how I could, as I knew they were too busy with army mattersand tracing seditious alien enemies, to bother with private cases. I'msure the Secret Service men can get trace of the persons responsiblefor the detention of Mr. Nestor, wherever he is."
"They'll do their best," said Mr. Terrill. "I'm a member of that body,"he went on, "and I'll give my personal attention to the matter."
Then followed a busy time. Tom did not get to bed until nearly morning.For he had to arrange to send some of his men to guard the strandedairship, and then he went to see Mary and her mother, taking them thegood news that the search for Mr. Nestor would be prosecuted withunprecedented vigor.
"If it isn't too late!" sadly said the missing man's wife.
"Oh, I'm sure it isn't!" declared Tom.
In addition to sending a guard to the airship, other men, some of themhastily summoned from the nearest federal agency, were sent to keepwatch in the vicinity of the lonely cabin. They had orders to arrestwhoever approached, and a relay of the men was provided, so that watchcould be kept up night and day. Besides this, other men from the SecretService began scouring the country around the locality of the cabin,seeking a trace of the two persons the farmer's son had seen in theautomobile.
"If Mr. Nestor is to be found, they'll find him!" declared Tom Swift.
Mr. Damon, as might be expected, was very much excited and wrought upover all these happenings.
"Bless my watch chain, Tom Swift!" cried the eccentric man, "butsomething is always happening to you. And to think I wasn't along whenthis latest happened!"
"Well, you can be in at the finish," promised Tom, and it was strangehow his promise was fulfilled.
Meanwhile there was much to do. During the time the Secret Service menwere busy looking up clews which might lead to the finding of Mr.Nestor and keeping watch in the vicinity of the hut, Tom had hisairship brought back to the hangar, and a new silencer was attached.While this work was going on the place was guarded night and day byresponsible men, so there was no chance for an enemy spy to get in anddo further damage.
An investigation was made of the Universal Flying Machine Company, butnothing could be proved to link them with the outrage. Gale and Warewere in Europe--ostensibly on government business, but it was said thatif anything could be proved connecting them with the attempt made onTom Swift's craft, they would be deprived of all official contracts andpunished.
All this took time, and the waits were wearisome, particularly in thecase of Mr. Nestor. No further trace of him was found, though everyeffort was made. Tom began to feel that his boast of his enemies havingto get up early in the morning to get ahead of him, had been premature,to say the least.
Tom Swift worked hard on his new Air Scout. He determined there wouldbe nothing lacking when it came to the government test, and not onlydid he make sure that no enemy could tamper with his machine, but hetook pains to see that no inherent defect would mar the test.
Jackson and the other men helped to the best of their ability, and Mr.Swift suggested some improvements which were incorporated in the newmachine.
One of the puzzles the Secret Service men had to solve was that of theconnection, if any, between the men who had to do with the missing Mr.Nestor and those who had damaged Tom's airship by filing the mufflercase so it was weakened and burst. That there was some connection Tomwas certain, but he could not work it out, nor, so far, had thegovernment men.
At last the day came when the big government test was to be made. Tomhad completed his Air Scout and had refined it to a point where evenhis critical judgment was satisfied. All that remained now was to giveMr. Terrill a chance to see how silently the big craft could fly, andto this end a flight was arranged.
Tom had put the silencer on a larger machine than the one he andJackson had used. It held three easily, and, on a pinch, four could becarried. Tom's plan was to take Mr. Damon and Mr. Terrill, fly withthem for some time in the air, and demonstrate how quiet his new craftwas. Then, by contrast, a machine without the muffler and the new motorwith its improved propellers would be flown, making as much noise asthe usual craft did.
"I only wish," said Tom, as the time arrived for the officialgovernment test, "that Mary could be here to see it. She was the onewho really started me on this idea, so to speak, as it was because Icouldn't talk to her that I decided to get up a silent motor."
But Mary Nestor was too grief-stricken over her missing father to cometo the test, which was to take place late one afternoon, starting fromthe aerodrome of the Swift plant.
"First," said Tom, to Mr. Terrill, "I'll show you how the machine workson the ground. I'll run the motor while the plane is held down by meansof ropes and blocks. Then we'll go up in it."
"That suits me," said the agent. "If it does all you say it will do,and as much as I believe it will do, Uncle Sam will be your debtor, Mr.Swift."
"Well, we'll see," said Tom with a smile.
Preparations were made with the greatest care, and Tom went over everydetail of the machine twice to make certain that, in spite of theprecautions, no spy had done any hidden damage, that might bemanifested at an inopportune moment. But everything seemed all right,and, finally, the motor was started, while Mr. Terrill, and some of hiscolleagues from the Army Aviation department looked on.
"Contact!" cried Tom, as Jackson indicated that the compression hadbeen made.
The mechanic nodded, gave the big propeller blades a quarter turn andjumped back. In an instant the motor was operating, and the craft wouldhave leaped forward and cleaved the air but for the holding ropes andblocks. Tom speeded the machinery up to almost the last notch,
butthose in the aerodrome hardly heard a sound. It was as though somegreat, silent dynamo were working.
"Fine!"
"Wonderful!"
"Wouldn't have believed it possible!"
These were some of the comments of the government inspectors.
"And now for the final test--that in the air," said Mr. Terrill.
Previous to this he and his colleagues had made a minute examination ofthe machinery, and had been shown the interior construction of thesilencer by means of one built so that a sectional view could be had.Tom's principles were pronounced fundamental and simple.
"So simple, in fact, that it is a wonder no one thought of it before,"said a navy aviation expert. "It is the last word in aircraftconstruction--a silent motor that will not apprise the enemy of itsapproach! You have done wonders, Mr. Swift!"
"I'd rather hear you say that after the air test," replied Tom, with alaugh. "Are you ready, Mr. Terrill?"
"Whenever you are."
"How about you, Mr. Damon?"
"Oh, I'm always ready to go with you, Tom Swift. Bless my trenchhelmet, but you can't sail any too soon for me!"
There was a genial laugh at his impetuosity, and the three took theirseats in the big craft. Once more the engine was started. It operatedas silently as before, and the first good impressions were confirmed.Even as the machine moved along the ground, just previous to takingflight into the air, there was no noise, save the slight crunch made bythe wheels. This, of course, would be obviated when Silent Sam wasaloft.
Up and up soared the great craft, with Tom at the engine and guidecontrols, while Mr. Terrill and Mr. Damon sat behind him, both eagerlywatching. Mr. Terrill was there to find fault if he could, but he wasglad he did not have to.
"The machine works perfectly, Mr. Swift," he said. "My report cannot beotherwise than favorable."
"We mustn't be in too much of a hurry," said Tom, who had learnedcaution some time ago. "I want to sail around for several hours.Sometimes a machine will work well at first, but defects will developwhen it is overheated. I'm going to do my best to make a noise withthis new motor."
But it seemed impossible. The machinery worked perfectly, and thoughSilent Sam took his passengers high and low, in big circles and smallones, there was no appreciable noise from the motor. The passengerscould converse as easily, and with as little effort, as in a balloon.
"Of course that isn't the prime requisite," said Mr. Terrill, "but itis a good one. What we want is a machine that can sail over the enemy'slines at night without being heard, and I think this one will do it--infact, I'm sure it will. Of course the ability of the passengers toconverse and not have to use the uncertain tube is a great advantage."
As Tom Swift sailed on and on, it became evident that the test wasgoing to be a success. The afternoon passed, and it began to grow dark,but a glorious full moon came up.
"Shall I take you down?" the young inventor asked Mr. Terrill.
"Not quite yet. I thoroughly enjoy this, and it isn't often I get achance for a moonlight airship ride. Go a little lower, if you please,and we'll see if we attract any attention from the inhabitants of theearth. We'll see if they can possibly hear the machine, though I don'tsee how they can."
And they did not. Tom piloted the machine over Shopton, sailingdirectly over the center of the town, where there was a big crowdwalking about. Though the airship sailed only a few hundred feet abovetheir heads, not a person was aware of it, since the craft's lightswere put out for this test.
"That settles it," said Mr. Terrill. "You have succeeded, Tom Swift!"
But Tom was not yet satisfied. He wanted a longer test. Hardly knowingwhy he did it he sent the craft in the direction of Mary Nestor's home.As he sailed across her lawn he saw, in the moonlight, that she and hermother were walking in the garden. They did not look up as theaircraft passed over their heads, and were totally unaware of itspresence, unless they caught a glimpse of it as it flitted silentlyalong, like some great bird of the night.
"It is perfectly wonderful!" declared Mr. Terrill, and he spoke inordinary tones, that carried perfectly to the ears of Tom and Mr. Damon.
"Wonderful!" cried the eccentric man. "Bless my chimney, but it's thegreatest invention in the world! Yes, it is! Don't tell me it 'isn't!"
And no one did.
Passing the Nestor home, the saddened occupants of which were unawareof the passage, Tom sent the Air Scout about in a circle, intending toproceed to the hangar. And then, some whim, perhaps, caused him toguide Silent Sam out toward the lonely hut. Mr. Damon and Mr. Tenrillseemed perfectly content to sail on and on indefinitely in themoonlight. Tom thought he would take them over a lonely neighborhood,and then bring them back.
In a little while the craft was directly over the stretch of countrywhere the aeroplane accident had occurred, and where Tom and Jacksonhad found the deserted hut.
Rather idly Tom looked down, wondering if the Secret Service men wereon the watch and if they had discovered anything.
Suddenly Tom was aware of an automobile moving along the field pathtoward the cabin. There were two men in the car, both on the frontseat, and as Tom looked down the brilliant moonlight showed him thefigure of another man, behind, and huddled in the tonneau of the car.The aeroplane was low enough for all these details to be seen by themoon's gleam, but the men in the car, not hearing any noise, did notlook up, so they were unconscious of this aerial espionage.
"Look! Look!" exclaimed Tom in a low voice to his companions. "Doesn'tthat seem suspicious?"
CHAPTER XXV
THE GOLD TOOTH
Eagerly Mr. Damon and the government agent leaned over and looked down.In the moonlight they saw the same sight that had attracted Tom Swift.The touring car, the two men in front, and the huddled, bound figure inthe back.
"Can you go down, Tom, without letting them hear you?" asked Mr. Damon,using a low voice, as if fearful the men in the automobile would hearhim.
"I guess so," answered the young inventor. "I can land nearer to thecabin than Jackson and I did, and then we can see what these fellowsare up to. It looks suspicious to me. That is, unless they're some ofthe Secret Service men, and have made a capture," he added to Mr.Terrill.
"Those aren't any of Uncle Sam's men," declared the agent. "That is,unless the bound one is. I can't see him very well. Better go down,and we'll see if we can surprise them."
"My plan," voiced Tom.
Quickly he shifted the rudder, and then, shutting off the motor, as hewanted to volplane down, he headed his craft for an open spot thatshowed in the bright moonlight. By this time the automobile and itsoccupants were out of sight behind a clump of trees, but Tom and hiscompanions felt sure of the destination of the men--the deserted cabinin the wood.
As silently as a wisp of grass falling, the big craft came down on alevel spot, and then, leaping out, the young inventor and his twocompanions crept along the path toward the cabin. Mr. Terrill wasarmed, Tom carried a flashlight, while Mr. Damon picked up a heavy club.
As soon as he came near a place where he thought the marks of theautomobile wheels would show, Tom flashed his light.
"I thought so!" he exclaimed, as he saw the square, knobby tread marksleft by the tires. "It's the same gang, or some of them in the samecar. If we can only capture them!"
"The Secret Service men ought to do that," returned Mr. Terrill, but,as it developed later, they were not on hand, though through no faultof theirs.
On and on crept Tom and the two men, until they came within sight ofthe cabin. They saw a light gleaming in it, and Tom whispered:
"Now we have them! Work our way up quietly and make them surrender, ifwe find they're what we think."
"Is there a rear door?" asked Mr. Terrill in a whisper.
Tom answered in the negative, and then all three, in fan shape, creptup to the front portal. It was open, and silently reaching a placewhere they could make an observation, Tom and his companions looked in.
What they saw filled them with
wild and righteous rage, and brought toan end the mystery of the disappearance of Mr. Nestor. For there hesat, bound in a chair, and at a table in front of him were twoforbidding-looking men.
"What do you intend to do now?" asked Mr. Nestor in a faint voice. "Icannot stand this captivity much longer. You admit that you don't wantme--that you never wanted me--so why do you keep me a prisoner? Itcannot do the least good."
"There's no use going over that again!" exclaimed the harsh voice ofone of the men. "We told you that if you will promise to keep stillabout what happened to you, and not to give the police any informationabout us, we'll let you go gladly. We don't want you. It was all amistake, capturing you. You were the wrong man. But we're not going tolet you go and have you set the police on us as soon as you get achance. Give us your promise to say nothing, and we'll let you joinyour friends. If you don't--"
"Make no promises, Mr. Nestor!" cried Tom Swift in a ringing voice, ashe leaped from his hiding place, followed by his companions. "Yourfriends are here, and you can tell them everything!"
"Up with 'em!" called Mr. Terrill to the two conspirators as heconfronted them with his automatic pistol ready for firing. He had noneed to mention hands--they knew what he meant and took thecharacteristic attitude.
"Tom! Tom Swift!" cried Mr. Nestor, struggling ineffectually at hisbonds. "Is it really you?"
"Well, I hope it isn't any imitation," was the grim answer. "We'lltell you all about it later. Jove, but I'm glad we found you! If ithadn't been for Silent Sam we might never have been able to."
"Well, I don't know who Silent Sam is," said Mr. Nestor faintly. "ButI'm sure I'm much obliged to him and your other friends. It has beenvery hard. Tell me, are my wife and Mary all right?"
"In good health, yes, but, of course, worrying," said Tom. "We saw themin the garden a little while ago. Now don't talk until I set you free."
And as Tom cut the ropes from Mr. Nestor, Mr. Damon used them to bindthe two conspirators, while Mr. Terrill stood guard over them. And whenthey were safely bound, and Mr. Nestor had somewhat recovered from theshock, Tom had a chance to examine the prisoners.
"What does it all mean? Who are you fellows, anyhow, and what's yourgame?" he demanded.
"Guess it--since you're so smart!" snapped one.
And no sooner had he opened his mouth and Tom had a glance of somethinggleaming brightly yellow, than the young inventor cried:
"The gold tooth! So it's you again, is it, you spy?"
The man shrugged his shoulders with an assumption of indifference. And,as Tom took a closer look, he became aware that the man was surely noneother than Lydane, the spy he had chased into the mud puddle some weeksbefore. His companion was a stranger to Tom.
"What does it all mean, Mr. Nestor?" asked Tom. "Have these men heldyou a prisoner ever since you called for help on the moor that night?"
"Yes, Tom, they have. And I did call for help after they attacked me asI was riding my wheel, but I didn't know any one heard me. I began tobe afraid no one would ever help me."
"We've been trying to, a long time," said Mr. Damon, "but we couldn'tfind you. Where did they keep you?"
"Here, part of the time," was Mr. Nestor's answer. "And in other lonelyhouses. They bound and gagged me when they took me from place to place."
"But what was their object?" asked Tom, concluding it was useless toquestion the two captives. "Why did they make you a prisoner, Mr.Nestor?"
"Because they took me for you, Tom."
"For me?"
"Yes. The night I called at your house, and found you were not at home,I put back in my pocket a bundle of papers I had brought over to showyou. They were plans of a little kitchen appliance a friend of mine hadinvented, and I wanted to ask your opinion of it."
"These scoundrels must have followed me, or have seen the bundle ofpapers, and, mistaking me for you, they followed, attacked me in alonely spot and, bundling me and my wrecked wheel into an auto, carriedme off. They first demanded that I gave up the 'plans,' and when Iwouldn't they choked off my cries for help and knocked me intounconsciousness. Then they brought me here, and kept me here forseveral days.
"They soon learned that the plans I had weren't those they wanted,though what they were then after I couldn't imagine. Only, from what Ilater overheard, I knew they mistook me for you and that they werebitterly disappointed in not getting plans of some new airship you wereworking on. They have kept me a prisoner ever since, and though theyoffered to let me go if I would keep silent, I refused. I did notthink, to secure my own comfort, I should let such men go unpunished ifI could bring about their arrest."
"I should say not!" cried Tom.
"Did they treat you brutally, Mr. Nestor?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Not after they found out who I was, by looking through my wallet. Ofcourse they didn't behave very decently, but they weren't actuallycruel, except that they bound and gagged me. Oh, but I'm glad you came,Tom! How did it happen?"
Then they told Mr. Nestor their story, and how the test of the new AirScout had led to his rescue.
"But where are the Secret Service men?" asked Mr. Terrill, when itbecame evident that none them was on guard at the cabin.
Later it developed that, by following a false clew, the Secret Servicemen had been drawn miles away from the cabin. And only that Tom and hiscompanions in the silent airship saw the men. Mr. Nestor might nothave been rescued for some further time.
His version of what had happened was correct. He had been mistaken forTom, and the spy with the gold tooth and his accomplice had waylaidMary's father, under the belief that it was Tom Swift with the plans ofthe new silent motor. Mr. Nestor had been attacked while riding hiswheel in a lonely place, and had been carried off and kept in hiding, aprisoner even after his identity became known.
"Well, this is a good night's work!" exclaimed Tom, when the two rogueshad been sent to jail and Mr. Nestor taken to the Bloise farmhouse, tobe refreshed before he went home. Word of his rescue was telephoned toMary and her mother, and it can be imagined how they regarded Tom Swiftfor his part in the affair.
Little the worse for his experience, save that he was very nervous, Mr.Nestor was taken home. He gave the details of his being waylaid, andtold how the men, for many days, were at their wits' ends to keep himconcealed when they found what a stir his disappearance had created.The conspirators were well supplied with money, and in the automobilethey took their prisoner from one place to another. They had usurpedthe use of the cabin and had lived there nearly a week in hiding,leaving just before the first visit of Tom and Jackson. The rifledwallet had been dropped by accident.
And it did not take much delving to disclose the fact that, Lydane,"Gold Tooth," as he was called, and his crony, were spies in the pay ofthe Universal Flying Machine Company. As the men went under severalaliases there is no need of giving their names. It is to be doubted ifthey ever used their real ones--or if they had any.
Of course, there was quite a sensation when Mr. Nestor was found, and agreater one when it became known the part the Universal Flying Machinepeople had in his disappearance in mistake for Tom. The officials ofthe company were indicted, and several of the minor ones sent to jailbut Gale and Ware escaped by remaining abroad.
It came out that they both knew of the acts of Lydane and his companionin crime, and that the two officials realized the mistake that had beenmade by their clumsy operatives. It was believed that this knowledgeled to the visit of Gale to Tom, the time the latter's suspicions werefirst aroused. Gale made a clumsy attempt to clear his own skirts ofthe conspiracy, but in vain, though he did escape his just punishment.
What had happened, in brief, was this. Gale and Ware, unable to secureTom's services, even by the offer of a large sum of money, had stoopedto the sending of spies to his shop, to get possession of informationabout his silent motor. This was after Gale had, by accident, heard Tomspeaking of it to Mr. Damon.
But, thanks to Tom's vigilance, Bower was discovered. The man trippedinto the mud hole lo
st in the muck the plans Bower passed to him. Theywere never recovered. Then Lydane tried again. He managed, throughbribery, to gain access to the hangar where the new silent machine waskept, and, unable to get the silencer apart, tried to file it. In doingso he weakened it so that it burst.
The attempt to waylay Tom, and so get the plans from him, had beentried before this, only a mistake had been made, and Mr. Nestor wascaught instead. Finding out their error, Lydane and his companions didnot tell the Universal people of their mistake, though Gale and Wareknew the attempt was to be made against Tom Swift.
Later, hearing that the young inventor was still at work on hisinvention, Gale was much surprised, and paid his queer visit, in anattempt to repudiate the actions of Lydane. At this time it was assumedthat Gale and his partner did not know that it was Mr. Nestor who hadbeen kidnapped by mistake or they might have insisted on his release.As it was, Lydane had Mary's father, and was afraid to let him go,though really their prisoner became a white elephant on the hands ofthe conspirators and kidnappers.
And it was after all this was cleared up, and Mr. Nestor restored tohis family and friends, that one day, Tom Swift received another visitfrom Mr. Terrill, the government agent.
"Well, Mr. Swift," was the genial greeting, "I have come to tell youthat the favorable report made by my friends and myself as to theperformance of your noiseless motor, has been accepted by the WarDepartment, and I have come to ask what your terms are. For how muchwill you sell your patent to the United States?"
Tom Swift arose.
"The United States hasn't money enough to buy my patent of a noiselessmotor," he said.
"Wha--what!" faltered Mr. Terrill. "Why, I understood--you don'tmean--they told me you were rather patriotic, and--"
"I hope I am patriotic!" interrupted Tom with a smile. "And when I saythat the United States hasn't money enough to buy my latest invention Imean just that."
"My Air Scout is not for sale!"
"You mean," faltered the government agent. "You say--"
"I mean," went on Tom, "that Silent Sam is for Uncle Sam without onecent of cost! My father and I take great pleasure in presenting suchmachines as are already manufactured, those in process of making, andthe entire patents, and all other rights, to the government for thewinning of the war!"
"Oh!" said Mr. Terrill in rather a strange voice. "Oh!"
And that was all he could say for a little while.
But Tom Swift reckoned without a knowledge of a peculiar law whichprohibits the United States from accepting gifts totally withoutcompensation, and so, in due season, the young inventor received acheck for the sum of one dollar in full payment for his silent motor,and the patent rights thereto. And Tom has that check framed, andhanging over his desk.
And so the silent motor became an accomplished fact and a greatsuccess. Those of you who have read of its work against the Boches, andhow it helped Uncle Sam to gain the mastery of the sky, need not bereminded of this. By it many surprise attacks were made, and muchvaluable information was obtained that otherwise could not have beenbrought in.
One day, after the rogues had been sent to prison for long terms, andTom had turned over to his government his silent aircraft--except onewhich he was induced to keep for his own personal use--the younginventor went to call on Mary Nestor. The object of his call, as Ibelieve he stated it, was to see how Mr. Nestor was, but that, ofcourse, was camouflage.
"Would you like to come for a ride, Mary, in the silent airship?" askedTom, after he had paid his respects to Mr. Nestor and his wife. "We cantalk very easily on board Silent Sam without the use of a speakingtube. Come on--we'll go for a moonlight sky ride."
"It sounds enticing," said Mary, with a shy look at Tom. "But wouldn'tyou just as soon sit on a bench in the garden? It's moonlight there,and we can talk, and--and--"
"I'd just as soon!" said Tom quickly.
And out they went into the beautiful moonlight; and here we will leavethem and say good-bye.
THE END
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THE TOM SWIFT SERIES
By VICTOR APPLETON
These spirited tales convey in a realistic way, the wonderful advancesin land and sea locomotion. Stories like these are impressed upon thememory and their reading is productive only of good.
TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR CYCLE TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR BOAT TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRSHIP TOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOAT TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIRELESS MESSAGE TOM SWIFT AMONG THE DIAMOND MAKERS TOM SWIFT IN THE CAVES OF ICE TOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACER TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RIFLE TOM SWIFT IN THE CITY OF GOLD TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR GLIDER TOM SWIFT IN CAPTIVITY TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERA TOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT SEARCHLIGHT TOM SWIFT AND HIS GIANT CANNON TOM SWIFT AND HIS PHOTO TELEPHONE TOM SWIFT AND HIS AERIAL WARSHIP TOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNEL TOM SWIFT IN THE LAND OF WONDERS TOM SWIFT AND HIS WAR TANK TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR SCOUT TOM SWIFT AND HIS UNDERSEA SEARCH TOM SWIFT AMONG THE FIRE FIGHTERS TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVE
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES
By LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of "The Bobbsey Twins Books,"
"The Bunny Brown Series,"
"The Make-Believe Series," Etc.
Delightful stories for little boys and girls which sprung intoimmediate popularity. To know the six little Bunkers is to take them atonce to your heart, they are so intensely human, so full of fun andcute sayings. Each story has a little plot of its own--one that can beeasily followed--and all are written in Miss Hope's most entertainingmanner. Clean, wholesome volumes which ought to be on the bookshelf ofevery child in the land.
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDMA BELL'S SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT AUNT JO'S SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COUSIN TOM'S SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDPA FORDS SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT UNCLE FRED'S SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT CAPTAIN BEN'S SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COWBOY JACK'S
THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS SERIES
THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN THE WEST THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS ON THE COAST THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN THE JUNGLE THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS IN EARTHQUAKE LAND THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS AND THE FLOOD THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS AT PANAMA THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS UNDER THE SEA THE MOVING PICTURE BOYS ON THE WAR FRONT THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS SERIES THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' FIRST VENTURE THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS AT SEASIDE PARK THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS ON BROADWAY THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' OUTDOOR EXHIBITION THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' NEW IDEA THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS AT THE FAIR THE MOTION PICTURE CHUMS' WAR SPECTACLE
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