"My, but we certainly did scoot along some!" cried Mr. Sharp.
"But that's nothing to how we'll go when we build our airship, eh,
Tom?" and he looked at the flushed face of the lad.
"No, indeed," agreed the young inventor. "But I don't know that
we'll take part in any races in it. We'll build it, however, as
soon as we can solve that one difficulty."
They did solve it, as will be told in the next book of this
series, to be called "Tom Swift and His Airship; or, The Stirring
Cruise of the RED CLOUD." They had some remarkable adventures in
the wonderful craft, and solved the mystery of a great bank
robbery.
This ended the contests of the motor-boats and the little fleet
crowded up to the floats and docks, where the prizes were to be
awarded. Tom received a handsome silver cup and Miss Nestor a
gold bracelet.
"Now I want all the contestants, winners and losers, to come up to
my house and have lunch," invited Mr. Hastings.
As Tom and the balloonist strolled up the walk to the handsome
house Andy Foger passed them.
"You wouldn't have beaten me if my spark coil hadn't gone back on
me," he said, somewhat sneeringly.
"Maybe," admitted Tom, and just then he caught sight of Mary
Nestor. "May I take you in to lunch?" he asked.
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