"
"You may know what you're talking about, but I don't, Tom,"
said Mary, with a smile at her companion. "Are they friends of
yours?"
"Hardly," spoke the young inventor dryly. "That one, Feldman,
is one of my workmen. He had charge of a drop-forge press and
trip-hammer that--"
"Spare me the details, Tom!" interrupted Mary. "You know I
don't understand a thing about machinery. The wireless you
erected on Earthquake Island was as much as I could comprehend."
"Well, a trip-hammer isn't as complicated as that," spoke Tom,
with a laugh, as he noticed that the two men were far enough away
so they could not hear him. "What I was going to say was, that
one of those men works in our shops. The other I don't know, but
I agree with you that he does look like a Frenchman, and old
Eradicate had a meeting with a man whom he described as being of
that nationality."
"And you say they are not friends of yours?"
"I have no reason to believe they are."
"Then they must be enemies!" exclaimed Mary with quick
intuition. "Oh, Tom, you will be careful, won't you?"
"Of course I will, little girl," he said, a note of fondness
creeping into his voice, as he covered the small hand with his
own large one.
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