Tom Swift and His War Tank, or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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"I mean about his not enlisting. Do you think he's a
slacker?" "A slacker? Why, Father!" "Oh, I don't mean he's afraid. We've seen proof enough of his courage, and all that. But I mean don't you think he wants stirring up a bit?" "He is going to Washington to-morrow, Father. He told me so to-night. And it may be--" "Oh, well, then maybe it's all right," hastily said Mr. Nestor. "He may he going to get a commission in the engineer corps. It isn't like Tom Swift to hang back, and yet it does begin to look as though he cared more for his queer inventions--machines that butt down fences than for helping Uncle Sam. But I'll reserve judgment." "You'd better, Father!" and Mary laughed--a little. Yet there was a worried look on her face. During the next few nights Mr. Nestor made it a habit to take the short cut from the railroad station, coming past the big fence that enclosed one particular building of the Swift plant. "I wonder if there's a hole where I could look through," said Mr. Nestor to himself. "Of course I don't believe in spying on what another man is doing, and yet I'm too good a |
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