"Bless my coal bin!" cried the eccentric man, "but Tom is in a
hurry this morning. Too bad he couldn't have stopped and spoken
to me. It might have been greatly to his advantage. But I suppose
I shall have to wait."
"You want to see Master?" asked a voice behind Mr. Damon, and,
turning, he beheld a veritable giant.
"Yes, Koku, I did," Mr. Damon answered, and he did not appear
at all surprised at the sight of the towering form beside him. "I
wanted to see Tom most particularly. But I shall have to wait.
I'll go in and talk to Mr. Swift."
"Yaas, an' I go talk to Radicate," said the giant. "Him diggin'
up ground where Master told me to make garden. Radicate not
strong enough for dat!"
"Huh! there's trouble as soon as those two get to disputing,"
mused Mr. Damon, as he went toward the house.
Meanwhile, Mary was beginning to enjoy herself. The sensation
of moving rapidly through the air in a machine as skillfully
guided as was the one piloted by Tom Swift was delightful. Up and
up they went, and then suddenly Mary felt a lurch, and the plane,
which was now about a thousand feet high, seemed to slip to one
side.
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