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Suddenly, turning around a clump
of trees the fleeing man headed straight for a veritable mud hole
that lay directly in his path. It was part of the swamp--the most
liquid part of the bog and a home of frogs and lizards.
Too late, the man, who was evidently unaware of the proximity
of the swamp, saw his danger. His further flight was cut off by
the mud hole, but it was too late to turn back. Tom Swift was at
his heels now, and seeing that it was impossible to grab the man,
Tom did the next best thing. He stuck out his foot and tripped
him, and tripped him right on the edge of the mud hole, so that
the man fell in with a big splash, the muddy water flying all
around, some even over the young inventor.
For a moment the man disappeared completely beneath the
surface, for the mud hole was rather deep just where Tom had
thrown him. Then there was another violent agitation of the
surface, and a very woebegone and muddy face was raised from the
slough, followed by the rest of the figure of the man. Slowly he
got to his feet, mud and water dripping from him.


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