"At
least it doesn't seem as if he'd talk at all companionably to a
man who had treated him as we think Mr. Nestor has been treated.
I guess that clew isn't going to amount to much."
"It may!" insisted Jackson. "They may have had Mr. Nestor in
the car all the while--concealed in the back you know. We've got
to find out more about these men and their auto, Tom."
"Well, yes, perhaps we have. But how?"
"Station some one at the shack, or at the beginning of the
private road. The men may come back."
"That's so--they may. We'll do that!" cried the young inventor.
"We must tell the police and Mr. Nestor's folks what we have
learned. How can we get back to Shopton in a hurry?" he asked
the farmer.
"Well, I can drive you to the railroad station" was the answer.
"Thank you," remarked Tom. "We'll accept your offer. And as
soon as we get back we must send some one from the shop to stand
guard over the airship," he added in an aside to Jackson. "Those
file fellows may come back."
"That's so, we can't take any chances."
The farmer soon had his team at the door, and, after they had
had a hasty but satisfying supper at the farmhouse, the son drove
Tom and Jackson several miles to a railroad station, where they
could catch a train for Shopton.
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