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They seemed to come from a small building given over
to electrical apparatus, and which, at the time, was not supposed
to be in use. It had been Tom's workroom, so to speak, when he
was developing his electric runabout and rifle, but of late he
had not spent much time in it.
"Somebody's in there !" reflected the young inventor, as he
heard yells coming from the open door of the place. "And if it
isn't Koku and Eradicate I miss my guess! Wonder what they can be
doing there."
He crossed the yard between his private office and the
electrical shop in a few rapid strides, and, as he entered the
latter place, he was greeted with a series of wild yells.
"Good volume of sound here, at all events," mused Tom. "Almost
as much as my motor made when I was trying to talk to Mary. Hello
there! What's going on? Is any one hurt? What's the matter?" he
cried, for, at first, he could see no one in the dim light of the
place. The interior was a maze of electrical apparatus.
"Who's here?" demanded Tom, as he advanced.
"Oh, Master! Come quick! Koku 'most dead an' no can let go!"
was the cry.


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