"Yes, we are in for a storm," remarked Tom as he and his chum
walked up toward the hotel. "I wonder how dad is? I hope the
outing is doing him good."
"There he comes now," observed Ned, and, looking up, Tom saw his
father approaching. The young inventor was at once struck by the
expression on his parent's face. Mr. Swift looked worried and Tom
anxiously hastened forward to meet him.
"What's the matter dad?" he asked as cheerfully as he could.
"Have you been figuring over that gyroscope problem again, against
my express orders?" and he laughed a little.
"No, Tom, it's not the gyroscope that's worrying me."
"What is it then?"
"Those scoundrels are around again, Tom!" and Mr. Swift looked
apprehensively about him.
"You mean the men who stole the turbine model?"
"Yes. I was walking in the woods near the hotel yesterday and I
saw Anson Morse. He did not see me, for I turned aside as quickly
as I had a glimpse of him. He was talking to another man."
"What sort of a man?"
"Well, an ordinary enough individual, but I noticed that he had
tattooed on the little finger of his left hand a blue ring."
"Happy Harry, the tramp!" exclaimed Tom. "What can he and Morse
be doing here?"
"I don't know, Tom, but I'm worried. I wish I was back home.
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