Tom Swift and His Sky Racer, or, the Quickest Flight on Record by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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home, and Tom, answering it, beheld his odd friend.
"Well," he asked eagerly, "what luck?" "Put on a suit of old clothes, and come with me," said Mr. Damon. "We'll look like two tramps, and then, if we're discovered, they won't know it was you." "Have you found out anything?" asked Tom eagerly. "Not yet; but I've got a key to one of the side doors of the shed, and we can get in as soon as it's late enough so that everybody there will be in bed." "A key? How did you get it?" inquired the youth. "Never mind," was the answer, with a chuckle. "That was because of my disguise; and I haven't blessed anything to-day. I'm going to, soon, though. I can feel it coming on. But hurry, Tom, or we may be too late." "And you haven't had a look inside the shed?" asked the young inventor. "You don't know what's there?" "No; but we soon will." Eagerly Tom put on tome of the oldest and most ragged garments he could find, and then he and the odd gentleman set off toward the Foger home. They waited some time after getting in sight of it, because they saw a light in one of the windows. Then, when the house was dark, they stole cautiously forward toward the big, gloomy shed. |
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