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"What is it?" asked the mechanician.
"Looks like the marks of an automobile," said Tom slowly. "And
I was just trying to remember where I'd seen marks like these
before."

CHAPTER XXI
THE DESERTED CABIN

For several seconds the young inventor remained bending over
the queer marks in that little sandy path of the lonely field in
the midst of the silent woods. Jackson watched him curiously,
and then Tom straightened up, exclaiming as he did so:
"I have it! Now I know where it was! I saw marks like these the
night Mr. Nestor disappeared. Mr. Damon and I noticed the marks
in the dust on the road the time we made the forced landing the
first night we tried out the silent motor. That's it! They are
the same marks! I'm sure of it!"
"I wouldn't go so far as to say that," said Jackson slowly. He
was more deliberate than Tom Swift, a fact for which the young
inventor was often glad, as it saved him from impulsive mistakes.
"This may not be the same auto," went on the mechanician. "I'll
admit I never saw square tire marks like those before.


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