ors,
they went inside. A glance sufficed to disclose the worst.

The place where the great tank had stood was empty.

"Gone!" gasped Tom.

Chapter XXIV

Camouflaged

Two utterances Tom Swift made when the fact of the disappearance of the
tank became known to him were characteristic of the young inventor. The
first was:

"How did they get it away?"

And the second was:

"Come on, let's get after 'em!"

Then, for a few moments, no one said anything. Tom, Ned, and Mr. Damon,
with Mrs. Baggert in the background, stood looking at the great empty
machine shop.

"Well, they got her," went on Tom, with a sigh. "I was afraid of this
as soon as they left me alone at the factory."

"Is anything wrong?" faltered the housekeeper. "Didn't you send for the
tank, Tom?"

"No, Mrs. Baggert, I didn't," Tom answered.

"But I don't understand," the housekeeper said. "A man came with a note
from you, Tom, and in it you said to have him take the tank, with Koku
and the men who know how to run it. We were so glad to hear from you,
and know that you were all right, that we didn't think of anything
else, your father and I. So he went out and saw that the tank got off
all right. Koku was glad, for it's the first chance he'd had to ride in
it."

"Who was the man who brought the note?" asked Tom, and he was striving
to be calm. "To think of poor old dad playing right into the hands of
the plotters!" he added, in an aside to Ned.

"Well, I don't know who the man was," said Mrs. Baggert. "He seemed
all right, and of course having a note from you--"

"Who has that note now?" asked Tom quickly.

"Your father."

"Come on," and Tom led the way back to the house. "I'll have a look at
that document, which of course I never wrote, and then we'll get after
the plotters and the tank."

"She ought to be easy to trace," observed Mr. Damon. "Bless my
fountain pen, but she ought to be easy to trace! She will leave a
track like a giant boa constrictor crawling along."

"Yes, I guess we can trace her, all right," assented Tom Swift; "but
the point is, will there be anything left of her? What's what I'm
afraid of now."

Mr. Swift was still excited, but his worry had subsided as soon as he
knew Tom was safe.

"The whole thing is a forgery, but fairly well done," Tom said, as he
looked at the paper his father gave him--a brief note stating that Tom
was well, but detained on business, and that the tank was to be brought
to hi