Damon.
"Yes."
"Well, I don't see anything of that fellow you spoke of--Silent
Sam."
"This is Silent Sam," returned Tom, with a laugh. "I've named
my new noiseless aeroplane -?my Air Scout--I've named that Silent
Sam. Wait until you hear it, or rather, don't hear it, and I
think you'll agree with me. Silent Sam for Uncle Sam!"
"Good!" cried Mr. Damon. "Bless my dictionary, but that's a
good name! Does it sail silently, Tom?"
"I'll let you judge presently. Silent Sam is all ready for his
first trial, and I'll be glad to have you with me. Now, I'll
just--"
Tom suddenly ceased speaking and held up a hand to enjoin
silence. Then, while Mr. Damon watched, the young inventor began
moving noiselessly toward the rear of the big shed, inside which
was his new machine.
CHAPTER XVIII
SUSPICIONS
"Who's there?" suddenly called Tom, and in such a sharp voice
that Mr. Damon started, ready as he was for something unusual.
There was no answer and Tom suddenly switched on all the lights
in the shed. Up to then there had been only a few glowing--just
enough for him to show the new Air Scout to his friend.
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