"I think I will. I'm a little worried about what these rival
moving picture men might do, and if I get into trouble with them,
my giant helper would come in very useful, to pick one up and
throw him over a tree top, for instance."

"Indeed, yes," agreed Mr. Nestor, with a laugh. "But I hope
nothing like that happens."

"Nothing like that happens?" suddenly asked a voice. "Bless my
bookcase! but there always seems to be something going on here.
What's up now, Tom Swift?"

"Nothing much, Mr. Damon," replied our hero, as he recognized
his odd friend. "We were just talking about moving pictures, Mr.
Damon, and about you. Did you get my letter?"

"I did, Tom."

"And are you going with us?"

"Tom, did you ever know me to refuse an invitation from you? I
guess not! Of course I'm going. But, for mercy sakes, don't tell
my wife! She mustn't know about it until the last minute, and
then she'll be so surprised, when I tell her, that she won't
think of objecting. Don't let her know."

Tom laughed, and promised, and then the three began talking of
the prospective trip. After a bit Ned Newton joined the party.