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and swung himself aboard as the train started.
Chapter XVIII
On the Hendrickton & Pas Alos
The transcontinental was delayed three hours by the strewn wreckage of
the rear of Number Forty-eight. When she went on the two young fellows
from Shopton gazed anxiously at the Hercules 0001, which stood between
two gondolas in the forward end of the freight train.
"Just by luck nothing happened to it," muttered Ned.
"Just luck," agreed Tom Swift. "It was a shock to me to learn that Andy
O'Malley was right there on the spot when the accident happened."
"And his employer, too," added Ned. "For we must admit that Mr.
Montagne Lewis is the man who sicked O'Malley on to you." "True."
"And they were both in the accommodation that was sideswiped by the
derailed cars of Number Forty-eight."
"That, likewise is a fact," said Tom, nodding quickly.
"But what puzzles me, as it seemed to puzzle Lewis, more than anything
else, is what became of O'Malley?"
"I guess I can see through that knot-hole," Tom rejoined.
"Yes?"
"I bet O'Malley got a squint at me--or perhaps at you--as we walked up
the track from this coach, and he lit out in a hurry. There stood the
Three-Oughts-One, and there were we. He knew we would raise a hue and
cry if we saw him in the vicinity of my locomotive."
"I bet that's the truth, Tom."
"I know it. He didn't even have time to warn his employer. By the way,
Ned, what a brute that Montagne Lewis looks to be."
"I believe you! I remember having seen his photograph in a magazine.
Oh, he's some punkins, Tom."
"And just as wicked as they make 'em, I bet! Face just as pleasant as a
bulldog's!"
"You said it. I'm afraid of that man. I shall not have a moment's peace
until you have handed the Hercules Three-Oughts-One over to Mr.
Bartholomew and got his acceptance."
"If I do," murmured Tom.
"Of course you will, if that Lewis or his henchmen don't smash things
up. You are not afraid of the speed matter now, are you?" demanded Ned
confidently.
"I can be sure of nothing until after the tests," said Tom, shaking his
head. "Remember, Ned, that I have set out to accomplish what was never
done before--to drive a locomotive over the rails at two miles a
minute. It's a mighty big undertaking."
"Of course it will come out all right. If Koku is faithful
"That is the smallest 'if' in the category," Tom interposed, with a
laugh. "If I was as sure of all else as I am of Koku, we'd hav
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