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It was one he had never before
visited, though he knew it could not be much more than twenty
miles from his own home, as they had not flown much farther than
that distance.
But, somehow or other, Tom had not visited this particular
section, and knew nothing of it. He saw below him, as Jackson had
seen, a lonely stretch of country--a big field, once a wood-lot,
evidently, as scattered about were some stumps and some second
growth trees. There were also a number of evergreens--Christmas
trees Jackson called them. And this was the only open place for
miles, the surrounding country being a densely wooded one. There
did not appear to be a house or other building in sight where
they might seek help.
"But maybe we can make the repairs ourselves and keep on," the
lad thought.
With practiced eye he picked out a smooth, grassy, level spot,
in the midst of scattered evergreen trees, and there Tom Swift
skillfully brought his Air Scout to rest. With a gentle thud the
rubber-tired wheels struck the Earth, rolled along a little
distance, and then called to a stop.


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