Tom Swift and His Great Searchlight; or, on the border for Uncle Sam

of all

rld would thin

tart out with hi

il it off the ro

nd Ned, as they stood gazing at each other after the star

a pause, during which they watched the retreating

can always tell. He goes to our church, and I know he wouldn't de

g after him. If he'd done something wrong, he would hardly hire a man to work on the house while he was hiding in it. I guess he just wants t

eet on somewhere soon," replied Ned.

ook hi

ed. "I belong to the national association, and they send out circulars whenever

ow that it concer

ung inventor. "Well, Ned, I suppose you'll be over in

government agent, wasn't it? suspecting y

om. "He might much bet

Andy is rebuilding his old airs

ll

the game. We might send him word that we just learned that Andy is getting a

o give information about an enemy, when it was not certain that the said enemy meant anything wrong. "I don't believe there's anything in

ot to get a train, I guess," and he pointed to the government man, who had so

on ahead, and soon was seen talking excitedly to Mr. Whitford.

y have been bad in the past, but I hardly think he's in with the smugglers. What I'm looking for is not a lad who has one airship, but someone who is making a lot of them, and s

admitted Ned. "But I

e glad to have you let me know. Here's my card," and tha

ant helping, while Mr. Swift stood looking on, an interested spectator of what his son was about to do. Eradicate, the old colored man, who was dri

the young inventor passed near h

ad, what

bby dat new-fangled contraption yo'-all has done put on yo' ship w

If it doesn't, and we get stuck out a mile

could read dem wireless letters anyhow. Jest gib a

will. Now, Ned, is

nk so,

those tires. But don't pump as hard as

ened then?

he kept on pumping air into the bicycle wheel t

" and the giant t

as he looked to see that all the

t. I wish Mr. Damon was here. If everything goes

was ready for the start. Tom, Ned and Ko

is craft shot into the air. Up and up it went, the great propeller blades beating the air, but, s

he works! I've got a no

ed Ned, for Tom had been close to his

hat I didn't realize how quiet it was aboard the new Falcon. No wonder I nearly made you deaf, Ned. I'll be careful after this," and Tom lowere

could creep up on some other airship now, and

as he shifted the steering gear, and sent the craft around

and Tom, picking out Mr. Damon's house, situated as i

pointing to their friend down below. "He hasn't heard us,

sensation. I'll fly right over his head, and he won't

assed right over Mr. Damon's head. He never heard it, and was not aware of what was happening until he sa

to netting! What

airship, which came gently to

ed Mr. Damon. "What are y

ned our hero. "She doesn't make a s

ooked towar

ip taking moving pictures. But I'll take a chance." And in he sprang, when the two lads started up again. They made quite a flig

t?" asked Mr. Damon, as Tom once more brought the machine ar

," replied the young inventor. "Wil

But I'll run over in a few days, and see you. Then

wered Tom with a

ome changes in the motor. He was engaged at this work the next day, when

d his chum. "Have

Andy Foger fallen

Custom House detectives in town, l

seem to keep out of the limeli

as several men with him. They received word that some smuggle

by air

e duty is light, were slipped over the border somehow, in airships, it is thought. Then they came h

did they

, but the freight people ha

hey taken from th

some secret place here, where the goods are stored and reshipped. That's