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Damon.
"I hope it doesn't turn out a joke," replied Tom. "But come on,
I'll introduce you to him, Mr. Damon."
He led the way to one of the big hangars where his various
machines of the air were housed. On the way Mr. Damon asked about
news of Mr. Nestor, but was told there was none.
Tom Swift opened the big, swinging doors and pulled aside an
enveloping canvas curtain. There stood revealed a big aeroplane,
of somewhat new pattern, the wings gleaming like silver from the
varnish that had been applied. In shape it was not unlike the
machines already in use, except that the propellers were of
somewhat different design.
The engine was mounted in front, and even with his slight
knowledge of mechanics Mr. Damon could tell that it was
exceedingly powerful. But it was certain devices attached to the
engine that attracted his attention, for they were totally
different from any on any other aeroplane, though they bore some
resemblance to apparatus on the plane in which Tom and the
eccentric man had made the night flight.
"Is this your new machine, Tom?" asked Mr.


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