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"Oh, here you are!" was his father's greeting, as he came out
into the hall from the library. "I've been waiting anxiously for
you, my boy. I couldn't think what was keeping you."
"Oh, I had a little trouble with the air machine--nothing
serious."
A moment later Tom was standing before two well-dressed,
prosperous-looking business men, who smiled pleasantly at him.
"Mr. Thomas Swift?" interrogated one, the elder, as he held out
his hand.
"That's my name," answered Tom, pleasantly.
"I'm Peton Gale, and this gentleman is Boland Ware," went on
the man who had taken Tom's hand. "I'm president and he's
treasurer of the Universal Flying Machine Company, of New York."
"Oh, yes," said Tom, as he shook hands with Mr. Ware. "I have
heard of your concern. You are doing a lot of government work,
are you not?"
"Yes; war orders. And we're up to our neck in them. This war is
going to be almost as much fought in the air as on the ground,
Mr. Swift."
"I can well believe that," agreed Tom. "Won't you have a
chair?"
"Well, we didn't come to stay long," said Mr.


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