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Let me see that watch."
No sooner had the young inventor taken the timepiece into his
hands than he, too, uttered a cry of amazement.
"Do you recognize it?" asked Mr. Damon, in great excitement.
"It's Mr. Nestor's watch!" cried Tom. "He must have fallen
here, and been hurt. It was Mr. Nestor who cried for help, and
who was taken away by the autoists. They've probably taken him to
some hospital. There's been an accident all right."
Tom and Mr. Damon were of one mind now in thinking that Mr.
Nestor had met with some mishap on the road--an automobile
accident most likely--and that he was the person who had called
for help.
"If they had only answered when we hallooed at them," said Tom,
"we wouldn't be in all this stew now. We could have told the
strangers who came to his aid who he was, and we might even have
taken him to the hospital in the airship."
"Well, it's too late to think of that now," returned Mr. Damon.
"We had better get into communication with him as soon as we can,
and then send word to his wife and daughter. I hope he isn't
badly hurt.


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