"And he said he'd be right back if he found you weren't at
home, Tom," said Mrs. Nestor. "I'm sure I don't know what can be
keeping him!"
"It's too soon to get worried yet," replied the young inventor
cheerfully. "I'll wait a little while, and then, if he doesn't
come, Mr. Damon and I will go back over the road and look
carefully. He may have had a slight fall--sprained his ankle or
something like that--and not be able to ride. We came by the
turnpike, a road he probably wouldn't take on his wheel. He's all
right, you may be sure of that."
Tom tried to speak reassuringly, but somehow, he did not
believe himself. He was beginning to think more and more how
strange it was that Mr. Nestor did not return home.
"We'll wait just a bit longer before setting out on a search,"
he told Mary and her mother. "But I'm sure he will be along any
minute now."
They went into the library, Mary and her mother, Tom and Mr.
Damon. And there they sat waiting. Tom tried to entertain Mary
and Mrs. Nestor with an account of his trial trip in the Air
Scout, but the two women scarcely heard what he said.
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