Course I knows dat were a sort of fairy story,
Massa Tom, but den dat cigarette-smokin' Frenchman didn't hab no
right t' asted me so many questions, did he?"
"No, indeed, Rad. And I'm glad you didn't give him straight
answers. So he's coming here later on, is he?"
"T' see ef I wants t' sell mah mule, Boomerang, yais, sah. I
sort ob thought maybe you'd want t' hab a look at dat man, so I
tole him t' come on. Course I doan't want t' sell Boomerang, but
ef he was t' offer me a big lot ob money fo' him I'd take it."
"Of course," Tom answered. "Very well, Rad. You may go on now,
and don't say anything to anyone about what you have told me."
"I won't, Massa Tom," promised the colored man, as he went off
muttering to himself.
"Well, what do you make of it, Tom?" asked Ned of his chum, as
they walked on toward the shed of the new, big aerial warship.
"I don't know just what to think, Ned. Of course things like
this have happened before--persons trying to worm secrets out of
Eradicate, or some of the other men."
"They never succeeded in getting much, I'm glad to say, but it
always keeps me worried for fear something will happen," Tom
concluded.
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