The train swept by in safety,
and the engineer leaned from his cab window to wave a grateful
hand at the young inventor.
Neither the engineer nor the crew of the freight understood the
meaning of the scene at the timber siding. All they learned was
that Tom Swift had saved the freight from a possible wreck.
The young inventor turned sharply from the switch and motioned
with his hand to Koku.
"Throw that fellow into the cab, Koku," he commanded.
The giant did as he was told, just as Ned Newton came panting
to the spot.
"Did they do any harm, Tom?" he cried. Then he saw Montagne
Lewis standing by, and he seized his chum's arm. "Do you see what
I see, Tom?" he demanded, earnestly.
"I guess we both see the same snake," rejoined his chum. "And
I mean to scotch it."
"Montagne Lewis!" murmured Ned. "And we've got his chief tool."
Tom said nothing to his chum, hut he approached Lewis with
determined mien.
"I can see something has happened to you, Mr. Lewis, and I can
guess what it is. The effect of that ammonia will blow away after
a time. Ask your friend, Andy O'Malley. He knows all about it,
for he sampled it back East, in Shopton."
"I'm going to get square for this, young man," growled the
railroad magnate. "You know who I am. And that fellow in the cab
knew me, too. How dared he shoot that stuff into my face and
eyes?"
"I fancy it didn't take much daring on Mr.
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