CHAPTER VI-MR. DAMON IS ON HAND
The young inventor stood almost spellbound for a few moments.
Then recovering himself he made a dash for the door through which
the mysterious man had disappeared. Tom saw him sprinting down
the road, and was half-minded to take after him, but a cooler
thought warned him that he had better not.
"He may be one of those men who are on Mr. Jenks' trail,"
reasoned Tom, in which case it might not be altogether safe to
attempt to stop him, and make him explain. Or he may be a
lunatic, and in that case it wouldn't be altogether healthy to
interfere with him.
"I'll just let him go, and tell Mr. Jenks about him when he
comes to-night. But I must warn Rad never to let him in here
again. He might damage the airship."
Calling to the colored man, Tom pointed to the stranger, who
was almost out of sight down the road, and said earnestly:
"Rad, do you see that fellow?"
"I sho do, Massa Tom, but I sorter has t' strain my eyes t' do
it. He's goin' laik my mule Boomerang does when he's comm' home
t' dinnah."
"That's right, Rad. Well, never let that man set foot inside
our fence again! If he comes, and I'm home, call me. If I'm away,
call dad or Mr. Jackson, and if you're here alone, drive him
away, somehow."
"I will, Massa Tom!" exclaimed the colored man, earnestly, "an'
if I can't do it alone, I'll get Boomerang t' help.
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