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Tom Swift and His Sky Racer or The Quickest Flight on ... - Fourmilab

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112 CHAPTER 25. HOME AGAIN—CONCLUSION“I’ve got to fix that magneto!”“But if she dips down?”“Throw up the head planes as I did. It’s our <strong>on</strong>ly chance! I can’t go downnow, so far from Shopt<strong>on</strong>!”Mr. Dam<strong>on</strong> reached over <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> took the wheel from <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g>’s h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>n theyoung invent<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>, leaning f<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>ward, f<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g> the magneto was within easy reach, lookedto see what the trouble was. He found it quickly. A wire had vibrated loose froma binding-post. In a sec<strong>on</strong>d <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g> had it in place again; <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>, ere the propellershad ceased revolving, he had turned the switch. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> magneto took up thew<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>k in a flash. Once m<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>e the spark exploded the gasoline mixture, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> thepropellers sent the Humming-Bird swiftly ahead.“We’ll make it now!” declared <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g> grimly.“We’re almost there,” added Mr. Dam<strong>on</strong>, as he relinquished the wheel tothe young pilot. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> craft had g<strong>on</strong>e down some, but <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g> sent her up again.Nearer <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> nearer home they came, until at last the spires of the Shopt<strong>on</strong>churches loomed into view. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g>n he was over the village. Now he was withinsight of his own house.<str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g> coasted down a bank of air, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> brought the Humming-Bird up with ajerk of the ground brakes. Bef<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>e the wheels had ceased turning he had leapedout.“It’s Massa <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g>!” cried Eradicate, as he saw <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g> alight.<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> young invent<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g> hurried into the house. He was met by the nurse, whoheld up a warning finger. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g>’s heart almost stopped beating. He was awarethat Dr. Gladby came from the room where Mr. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Swift</str<strong>on</strong>g> lay.“Is he—is he—am I too late?” gulped <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g>.“Hush!” cauti<strong>on</strong>ed the nurse.<str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g> reeled, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> would have fallen had not the doct<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g> caught him, f<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g> thelad was weak <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> w<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>nout.“He is going to get well!” were the joyful w<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>ds he heard, as if in a dream, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>then his strength suddenly came back to him. “<str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> crisis is just passed, <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g>,”went <strong>on</strong> Dr. Gladby, “<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> your father will recover, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> be str<strong>on</strong>ger than ever.Your good news of winning was like a t<strong>on</strong>ic to him. Now let me c<strong>on</strong>gratulateyou <strong>on</strong> the race.” <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g> had flashed by wireless a brief message of his success.“Dad’s news is better than all the c<strong>on</strong>gratulati<strong>on</strong>s in the w<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>ld,” he saidsoftly, as he grasped the doct<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>’s h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>.* * *It was a week later. Mr. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Swift</str<strong>on</strong>g> improved rapidly <strong>on</strong>ce the course of the diseasewas permanently checked, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he was so<strong>on</strong> able to sit up. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g> was with himin the room, talking of the great race, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> how he had w<strong>on</strong>. He fingered thecertified check f<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g> ten thous<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> dollars that had just come to him by mail.“You certainly did w<strong>on</strong>derfully well,” said the aged invent<str<strong>on</strong>g>or</str<strong>on</strong>g>, softly. “W<strong>on</strong>derfullywell, <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g>. I’m proud of you.”“You may well be,” added Mr. Dam<strong>on</strong>. “Bless my shoelaces, but I thoughtAndy Foger had us there <strong>on</strong>e spell; didn’t you, <str<strong>on</strong>g>Tom</str<strong>on</strong>g>?”

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