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Well, you ought to know. So Damon's Whizzer goes
on the scrap heap before ever it's built. Well, we'll say no more
about it. You ought to know best, Tom. I wasn't thinking of it so
much for myself as for you. I thought you'd like some new idea to
work on."
"Much obliged, Mr. Damon, but I have a new idea," said Tom.
"You have? What is it? Tell me--that is, if it isn't a secret,"
went on the eccentric man, as much delighted over Tom's new plan
as he had been over his own Whizzer, doomed to failure so soon.
"It isn't a secret from you," said Tom. "I got the idea while I
was riding with Mary. I wanted to talk to her--to tell her not to
jump out when we had a little accident--but I had trouble making
myself understood because of the noise of the motor."
"They do make a great racket," conceded Mr. Damon. "But I don't
suppose anything can be done about it."
"I don't see why there can't!" exclaimed Tom. "And that's my
new idea--to make a silent aircraft motor--perhaps silent
propeller blades, though it's the motor that makes the most
noise.


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