Tom Swift and His Aerial Warship, or, the Naval Terror of the Seas by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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"Yes, I know I gave those orders," Tom said, with a smile, "but
I want to make sure that they have been followed." "Well, I done follered 'em, Massa Tom." "Then you didn't tell this queer stranger, Frenchman, or whatever he is, much about my place?" "I didn't tell him nuffin', sah. I done frowed dust in his eyes." Ned uttered an exclamation of surprise. "Eradicate is speaking figuratively," Tom said, with a laugh. "Dat's what I means," the colored man went on. "I done fooled him. When he asted me about de fire I said it didn't do no damage at all--in fack dat we'd rather hab de fire dan not hab it, 'case it done gib us a chance t' practice our hose drill." "That's good," laughed Tom. "What else?" "Well, he done sort ob hinted t' me ef we all knowed how de fire done start. I says as how we did, dat we done start it ourse'ves fo' practice, an dat we done expected it all along, an' were ready fo' it. Course I knows dat were a sort of fairy story, Massa Tom, but den dat cigarette-smokin' Frenchman didn't hab no right t' asted me so many questions, did he?" "No, indeed, Rad. And I'm glad you didn't give him straight |
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