"All right," agreed the young inventor weakly, and then he dozed off,
for the physician had given him a quieting medicine.

"Haven't you any idea who it was?" asked Dr. Gladby of Mr. Jackson, as
he prepared to leave.

"Not the slightest. It was no one Tom or I had ever seen before. But
whoever it was, he intended to destroy the Humming-Bird, that was
evident!"

"The scoundrel! I'm glad you foiled him in time; but it's too bad about
Tom. However, we'll soon have him all right again."

"I knows who done it!" broke in Eradicate, who was a sort of privileged
character about the Swift home.

"Who?" asked Mr. Jackson.

"It were dat Andy Foger. Leastways, he send dat man heah t' make
mincemeat oh de Hummin'-Bird. I's positib 'bout dat, so I am!" And
Eradicate grinned triumphantly.

"Well, perhaps Andy did have a hand in it," admitted Mr. Swift, but we
have no proof of it, I can't see what his object would be in wanting to
destroy Tom's new craft."

"Pure meanness. Afraid that Tom will beat him in the race," suggested
Mr. Jackson.

"It's too big a risk to take," went on the aged inventor. "I'm inclined