"
Tom had more problems to solve than those of making an aerial
warship that would be acceptable to the United States Government.
Ned Newton called on his chum that evening. The two talked of
many things, gradually veering around to the subject uppermost in
Tom's mind--his new aircraft.
"You're thinking too much of that." Ned warned him. "You're as
bad as the time you went for your first flight."
"I suppose I am," admitted Tom. "But the success of the Mars
means a whole lot to me. And that's something I nearly forgot.
I've got to go out to the shop now. Want to come along, Ned?"
"Sure, though I tell you that you're working too hard--burning
the electric light at both ends."
"This is just something simple," Tom said. "It won't take
long."
He went out, followed by his chum.
"But this isn't the way to the airship shed," objected the
young bank clerk, as he noted in which direction Tom was leading
him.
"I know it isn't," Tom replied. "But I want to look at one of
the trip-hammers in the forge shop when none of the men is
around. I've been having a little trouble there."
"Trouble!" exclaimed his chum. "Has that plot Lieutenant
Marbury spoke of developed?"
"Not exactly.
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