Hop in my airship and
I'll take you right into town. And when I get you there I'll make
a charge of malicious mischief against you, for breaking the
propeller of the Butterfly and slashing her wings. I've mended
her up, however, so she goes better than ever, and I can take you
to the police station in jig time. Want to come, Andy?"
This was too much for the bully. He knew that Tom would have a
clear case against him, and he did not dare answer. Instead he
shuffled over to where his wheel lay, picked it up, and rode
slowly off.
"Good riddance," murmured Tom. He looked about, and saw that he
was near a house, in the rear of which was a good-sized barn.
"Guess I'll ask if I can leave the Butterfly there," he murmured,
and, ringing the doorbell, he was greeted by a man.
"I'll pay you if you'll let me store my machine in the barn a
little while, until I go into the city, and return," spoke the
lad.
"Indeed, you're welcome to leave it there without pay," was the
answer. "I'm interested in airships, and, I'll consider it a
favor if you'll let me look yours over while it's here."
Tom readily agreed, and a few minutes later he had caught a
trolley going into the city. He was soon in one of the largest
jewelry stores of Chester.
"I'd like to get an expert opinion as to whether or not those
stones are diamonds," spoke Tom, to the polite clerk who came up
to wait on him, and our hero handed over the two gems which Mr.
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