"If he comes down I'll have him!"
muttered Tom, staring up into the mist and gloom.
"Fo' de lawsy's sake! 'Tain't mawnin', is it?" Rad's sleepy
voice was heard to announce. "No, it's da'k as--" And the voice
trailed off into silence.
"Tom! Tom!" the young fellow heard his aroused father shouting.
Tom knew that his father was in no danger. In fact Mr. Swift's
voice did not even betray apprehension. It was. to the garage Tom
looked for an explosion. But none came.
If Koku was up there the prolonged buzzing of the alarm did not
awake him. Therefore he could not be there. Tom realized that if
the burglar was to be taken the whole affair fell upon his
shoulders.
"And I've got my hands full, if it is the fellow with the big
feet that we saw on the Waterfield Road the other day," muttered
the young inventor.
Nothing stirred on the porch roof. Moment after moment slipped
by. Tom began to grow more than amazed. He was worried. What
would happen next?
His father had not cried out again. Stepping around to the end
of the roofed porch, Tom saw a light in Mr. Swift's room. Rad had
evidently gone to sleep again. It would take more than an
intermittent buzzer to rouse fully that colored man.
"When old Morpheus has a strangle hold on Rad, Gabriel's trump
would scarcely awaken him," Tom muttered.
What had become of the enemy? If it was an ordinary burglar he
would have feared the electric alarm instantly.
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