"I must make a close inspection, and weed out any suspicious
characters," he decided, "though I need every man I have working
now, to get the Mars finished in time. Yes, I must look into
this."
Tom had reached a point in his work where he could leave much
to his helpers. He had several good foremen, and, with his father
to take general supervision over more important details, the
young inventor had more time to himself. Of course he did not lay
too many burdens on his father's shoulders since Mr. Swift's
health was not of the best.
But Tom's latest idea, the aerial warship, was so well on toward
completion that his presence was not needed in that shop more
than two or three times a day.
"When I'm not there I'll go about in the other shops, and sort
of size up the situation," he decided. "I may be able to get a
line on some of those plotters, if there are any here."
Lieutenant Marbury had departed for a time, to look after some
personal matters, but he was to return inside of a week, when it
was hoped to give the aerial warship its first real test in
flight, and under some of the conditions that it would meet with
in actual warfare.
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