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"As ready as I ever shall be, Tom," was the answer. "I don't
know why it is, but somehow I feel that something is going to
happen on this trip."
"Nonsense!" laughed Tom. "You're nervous; that's all."
"I suppose so. Don't think I'm going to back out, or anything
like that, but I wish it were successfully over with, Tom Swift,
I most certainly do."
"It will be in a little while," returned Tom, as he settled
himself comfortably in his seat and pulled the safety strap
tight. "You've gone up in this same plane before, when it didn't
have the silent motor aboard."
"Yes, I know I have. Oh, I dare say it will be all right, Tom.
And yet, somehow, I can't help feeling--"
But Tom Swift felt that the best way to set Mr. Damon's
premonitions to rest was to start the motor, and this he gave
orders to have done, Jackson and some others of the men from the
shops congregating about the craft to see the beginning of the
night flight. Mr. Swift was there also, and Eradicate. Mary
Nestor had been invited, but her Red Cross work engaged her that
evening, she said.


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