CHAPTER XIII
TOM IN DANGER
"Garret! Garret Jackson!" cried Tom as he struggled through the
hedge of bushes and ran after the men. "Where are you, Garret?
Come on and help me chase these men!"
But there came no answer to Tom's hail. He could not hear the
sound of the retreating footsteps of the men now and concluded
that they had made their escape. Still he would not give up, but
dashed on, slipping and stumbling, now and then colliding with a
tree.
"What can they be doing here?" thought Tom in great anxiety. "Are
they after some more of dad's inventions because they didn't get
his turbine motor?"
"Hello! Who's there? Who are you?" called a voice suddenly.
"Oh, Garret! Where have you been?" asked the young inventor,
recognizing the tones of his father's keeper. "I've been calling
you. Some of those scoundrels are around again!"
"Why if it isn't Tom!" ejaculated the engineer. "However in the
world did you get here? I thought you were at Sandport."
"I'll explain later, Garret. Just now I want to catch those men,
if I can."
"Which men?"
"Happy Harry and another one. I saw them hiding down by the
orchard path. Come on, they're right ahead of us."
But though they hunted as well as they were able to in the fast-
gathering darkness, there was no trace of the intruders.
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