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"We haven't got into our stride yet," declared Mr. Damon. "Once
Uncle Sam gets the boys over there in force, there'll be a
different story to tell. I only wish--"
At that moment the telephone set up an insistent ringing,
breaking in on Mr. Damon's remarks.
"I'll answer," said Tom, as Mrs. Baggert moved toward the
instrument, which was an extension from the main one.
"Hello!" called the young inventor into the transmitter, and as
he received an answer a look of pleasure came over his face.
"Yes, Mary, this is Tom," he said. He remained silent a moment,
while it was evident he was listening to the voice at the other
end of the wire. Then he suddenly exclaimed:
"What's that? Tell him to come home? Why, he isn't here. I just
came in and--what--wait a minute!"
With a rather strange look on his face Tom covered the mouth-
piece of the instrument with his hand, and, turning to his
father, asked:
"Is Mr. Nestor here?"
"No," replied Mr. Swift slowly, "He was here, though. He came a
little while after you and Mr. Damon started off in the Air
Scout.


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