The fence was high up on an embankment.
A little later Tom and his chum were gazing into the shop window
from the ladder.
"Why, it's a triplane--a big triplane!" he exclaimed.
"What's a triplane?" asked Ned, who didn't have much time to study
the different types of airships.
"It's one that has three sets of planes, one above the other. A
biplane has two sets of planes, and a monoplane only one. Triplanes
are larger, and, as far as I've been able to learn, not as
satisfactory as either the biplanes or monoplanes. But that's not
saying Andy's won't be a success. They certainly are busy in there,
though! Andy is flying around like a hen scratching for her little
chickens!"
"See anything of his cronies?"
"Yes, Pete and Sam are hammering away. There are a couple of men,
too."
"Yes, the machinists. Oh, I guess Andy expects great things from his
airship."
"Have you heard what he's going to do with it, Ned? Make flights for
pleasure, or exhibit it?"
"No, I haven't heard. Look out, Tom, the ladder is slipping!"
As Ned spoke this warning, the window of the airship shed, through
which they were looking, was suddenly raised. The ugly face of Andy
Foger peered out. He caught sight of Tom and Ned.
"Get away from there, you spies!" he yelled. "Get away from there,
Tom Swift! You're trying to steal some of my ideas! Get away or I'll
make you.
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