Tom Swift and The Visitor from Planet X by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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As the trooper's flashlight stabbed through the cellar gloom at the spot where Bud had disappeared, there came a loud splash! The light showed a round hole in the floor, rimmed by a low circle of brickwork. "What's that hole?" the trooper snapped at the owner. "What does it look like?" the elderly man snapped back. "It's an old well." "A _well!_" the trooper exclaimed as he rushed to the spot. "And not even covered? What're you trying to do--kill people?" The old man sniffed. "Used to be covered, but the lid's gone. Didn't expect to have a bunch of nosy fellers pokin' around down here!" The state trooper muttered angrily under his breath as he shone his flashlight into the well-shaft. Bud was splashing around below, soaked and chagrined by his accident. "Give me a hand!" he called up. The trooper reached down, but was barely able to touch Bud's finger tips. To make matters worse, the sides of the well were slippery with moss. "Get a rope," the trooper ordered the old man. "Ain't got one." |
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