of his rival passing away now. "Me take care ob Rad. Him no see,
me see for him. Anybody hurt Rad now, got to hurt Koku first!"

It was a fine and generous spirit that the giant was showing,
though Tom had no time to speculate on it just then.

"We must get him into the house, Koku," said the young
inventor. "And two of us can carry him better than one. After we
get him to a bed you can go for the doctor, though I fancy the
telephone can run even quicker than you can, Koku."

"Whatever Master Tom say," returned the giant humbly, as he
looked with pity at the suffering form of his rival--a rival no
longer. It seemed that Rad's working days were over.

Tenderly the aged colored man was laid on a lounge in the
living room, Mr. Swift and Mrs. Baggert hovering over him.

"Where are you worst hurt, Rad?" asked Tom, with a view to
getting a line on which physician would be the best one to
summon.

"It's all in mah face, Massa Tom," moaned the colored man.
"It's mah eyes. Dat stuff done sploded right in 'em! I can't see
--nevah no mo'!"

"Oh, I guess it isn't as bad as that," said Tom. But when he
had a glimpse of the seared and wounded face of his faithful
servant he could not repress a shudder.