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Tom's testimony and that of Mr. Damon was all
the clew there was.
"I don't believe he's dead!" stoutly declared the young
inventor, when this dire possibility had been hinted at. "I
believe the persons who were responsible for the accident are
afraid to reveal his whereabouts until he recovers from possible
injuries. You'll see! Mr. Nestor will come back safe!"
And, somehow, though her mother was skeptical, Mary believed
what Tom said.
The search was kept up, but without result, and Tom aided all
he could. But there was not much he could do. The police and
other authorities were at a total loss.
In the intervals of visiting Mary and her mother, and doing
what he could for them, Tom worked on his new motor. He knew that
he was on the right track and that all that was needed now was to
make certain refinements and adjustments in the apparatus he had
already constructed, so that it would operate more quietly.
"Absorbing the vibrations from the exhaust, caused by the
exploded gases in the cylinders, does the trick," Tom told his
father.


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