Tom Swift and His Electric Locomotive, or, Two Miles a Minute on the Rails by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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thieves," Tom said, as they sighted the lights of the Swift house
beyond the long stockade fence that surrounded the Construction Company's premises. "You know I have a barbed wire entanglement around the whole yard and hen-house. I don't take any more chances than I can help. Those prize huff Orpingtons are a great temptation to chicken lovers--both blond and brunette," and in spite of his anxiety, Mr. Damon could chuckle at his own joke. "Even your old Eradicate's friend fell for chickens, you know" "And Rad promptly cured him of the disease," laughed Tom. "And I'm trying to cure these others. I've charged my shotgun with rock-saltÄas he did. My servant has orders to shoot anybody who tampers with my chicken house tonight. "But bless my shirt!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "I'll never be able to sleep comfortably until I know that no thief can get at my buff Orpingtons. I want you to fix it so I can sleep in peace, Tom." He slowed to a stop in front of the Swift's door. Tom stared at his eccentric friend questioningly. "Bless my gaiters!" ejaculated Mr. Damon, "don't you see what I want? And your head already full of this electrified locomotive you are going to build?" "Hush!" murmured Tom, with his hand upon his companion's arm. |
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