"We'll tell you all about it later. Jove, but I'm glad we found
you! If it hadn't been for Silent Sam we might never have been
able to."
"Well, I don't know who Silent Sam is," said Mr. Nestor
faintly. "But I'm sure I'm much obliged to him and your other
friends. It has been very hard. Tell me, are my wife and Mary all
right?"
"In good health, yes, but, of course, worrying," said Tom. "We
saw them in the garden a little while ago. Now don't talk until I
set you free."
And as Tom cut the ropes from Mr. Nestor, Mr. Damon used them
to bind the two conspirators, while Mr. Terrill stood guard over
them. And when they were safely bound, and Mr. Nestor had
somewhat recovered from the shock, Tom had a chance to examine
the prisoners.
"What does it all mean? Who are you fellows, anyhow, and what's
your game?" he demanded.
"Guess it--since you're so smart!" snapped one.
And no sooner had he opened his mouth and Tom had a glance of
something gleaming brightly yellow, than the young inventor
cried:
"The gold tooth! So it's you again, is it, you spy?"
The man shrugged his shoulders with an assumption of
indifference.
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