"She is a hummer, too," complimented Mr. Sharp. "But I almost forgot the real object of my trip here. There is no doubt about you going in the race, is there?"
"I fully expect to," replied Tom. "The only thing that will prevent me will be--"
"Don"t say you"re worried on account of what Andy Foger may do,"
interrupted Mr. Sharp.
"I"m not. I"ll attend to Andy, all right. I was going to say that my father"s illness might interfere. He"s not well at all. I"m quite worried about him."
"Oh, I sincerely hope he"ll be all right," remarked the balloonist. "We want you in this race. In fact, we"re going to feature you, as they say about the actors and story-writers. The committee is planning to do considerable advertising on the strength of Tom Swift, the well-known young inventor, being a contestant for the ten-thousand-dollar prize."
"That"s very nice, I"m sure," replied Tom, "and I"m going to do my best. Perhaps dad will take a turn for the better. He wants me to win as much as I want to myself. Well, we"ll not worry about it, anyhow, until the time comes. I want to show you some new features of my latest aeroplane."
"And I want to see them, Tom. Don"t you think you"re making a mistake, though, in equipping it with a wireless outfit?"
"Why so?"
"Well, because it will add to the weight, and you want such a small machine to be as light as possible."
"Yes, but you see I have a very light engine. That part my father helped me with. In fact, it is the lightest air-cooled motor made, for the amount of horsepower it develops, so I can afford to put on the extra weight of the wireless outfit. I may need to signal when I am flying along at a hundred miles an hour."
"That"s so. Well, show me some of the other good points. You"ve certainly got a wonderful craft here."
Tom and Mr. Sharp spent some time going over the Humming-Bird and in talking over old times. The balloonist paid another visit to Mr. Swift, who was feeling pretty good, and who expressed his pleasure in seeing his old friend again.
"Can"t you stay for a few days?" asked Tom, when Mr. Sharp was about to leave. "If you wait long enough you may be able to help me work up the clues against Andy Foger, and also witness a trial flight of the Humming-Bird."
"I"d like to stay, but I can"t," was the answer. "The committee will be anxious for me to get back with my report. Good luck to you. I"ll see you at the time of the race, if not before."
Tom resolved to get right to work seeking clues against his old enemy, Andy, but the next day Mr. Swift was not so well, and Tom had to remain in the house. Then followed several days, during which time it was necessary to do some important work on his craft, and so a week pa.s.sed without any information having been obtained.
In the meanwhile Tom had made some cautious inquiries, but had learned nothing about Andy. He had no chance to interview Pete or Sam, the two cronies, and he did not think it wise to make a bald request for information at the Foger home.
Ned Newton could not be of any aid to his friend, as he was kept busy in the bank night and day, working over a new set of books.
"I wonder how I can find out what I want to know?" mused Tom one afternoon, when he had done considerable work on the Humming-Bird. "I certainly ought to do it soon, so as to be able to stop Andy if he"s infringing on my patents. Yet, I don"t see how--"
His thoughts were interrupted by hearing a voice outside the shop, exclaiming:
"Bless my toothpick! I know the way, Eradicate, my good fellow. It isn"t necessary for you to come. As long as Tom Swift is out there, I"ll find him. Bless my horizontal rudder! I"m anxious to see what progress he"s made. I"ll find him, if he"s about!"
"Yes, sah, he"s right in dere," spoke the colored man. "He"s workin" on dat Dragon Fly of his." Eradicate did not always get his names right.
"Mr. Damon!" exclaimed Tom in delight, at the sound of his friend"s voice. "I believe he can help me get evidence against Andy Foger. I wonder I didn"t think of it before! The very thing! I"ll do it!"
Chapter Eight
The Empty Shed
"Bless my dark-lantern! Where are you, Tom?" called Mr. Damon as he entered the dim shed where the somewhat frail-appearing aeroplane loomed up in the semi-darkness, for it was afternoon, and rather cloudy. "Where are you?"
"Here!" called the young inventor. "I"m glad to see you! Come in!"
"Ah! there it is, eh?" exclaimed the odd man, as he looked at the aeroplane, for there had been much work done on it since he had last seen it. "Bless my parachute, Tom! But it looks as though you could blow it over."
"It"s stronger than it seems," replied the lad. "But, Mr. Damon, I"ve got something very important to talk to you about."
Thereupon Tom told all about Mr. Sharp"s visit, of Andy"s entry in the big race, and of the suspicions of himself and the balloonist.
"And what is it you wish me to do?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Work up some clues against Andy Foger."
"Good! I"ll do it! I"d like to get ahead of that bully and his father, who once tried to wreck the bank I"m interested in. I"ll help you, Tom!
I"ll play detective! Let me see--what disguise shall I a.s.sume? I think I"ll take the part of a tramp. Bless my ham sandwich! That will be the very thing. I"ll get some ragged clothes, let my beard grow again--you see I shaved it off since my last visit--and I"ll go around to the Foger place and ask for work. Then I can get inside the shed and look around. How"s that for a plan?"
"It might be all right," agreed Tom, "only I don"t believe you"re cut out for the part of a tramp, Mr. Damon."
"Bless my fingernails! Why not?"
"Oh, well, it isn"t very pleasant to go around in ragged clothes."
"Don"t mind about me. I"ll do it." And the odd gentleman seemed quite delighted at the idea. He and Tom talked it over at some length, and then adjourned to the house, where Mr. Swift, who had seemed to improve in the last few days, was told of the plan.
"Couldn"t you go around after evidence just as you are?" asked the aged inventor. "I don"t much care for this disguising business."
"Oh, it"s very necessary," insisted Mr. Damon earnestly. "Bless my gizzard! but it"s very necessary. Why, if I went around the Foger place as I am now, they"d know me in a minute, and I couldn"t find out what I want to know."
"Well, if you keep on blessing yourself," said Tom, with a laugh, "they"ll know you, no matter what disguise you put on, Mr. Damon."
"That"s so," admitted the eccentric gentleman. "I must break myself of that habit. I will. Bless my topknot! I"ll never do it any more. Bless my trousers b.u.t.tons!"
"I"m afraid you"ll never do it!" exclaimed Tom.
"It is rather hard," said Mr. Damon ruefully, as he realized what he had said. "But I"ll do it. Bless--"
He paused a moment, looked at Tom and his father, and then burst into a laugh. The habit was more firmly fastened on him than he was aware.
For several hours Tom, his father and Mr. Damon discussed various methods of proceeding, and it was finally agreed that Mr. Damon should first try to learn what Andy was doing, if anything, without resorting to a disguise.
"Then, if that doesn"t work, I"ll become a tramp," was the decision of the odd character. "I"ll wear the raggedest clothes I can find Bless--"
But he stopped in time.
Mr. Damon took up his residence in the Swift household, as he had often done before, and for the next week he went and came as he pleased, sometimes being away all night.
"It"s no use, though," declared Mr. Damon at the end of the week. "I can"t get anywhere near that shed, nor even get a glimpse inside of it.