"Pitka or Sitka, or
some such place like that. It's all in these boxes, G'lang there!"
this to his horses.
"Andy sending his airship to Alaska!" murmured Tom in dismay. "Then
he surely is going to make a try for that valley of gold!"
He turned away, while the snarling voice of the bully rang out on
the night, urging the drivers to be very careful of the boxes and
crates on their trucks.
CHAPTER VIII
A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
Tom Swift hardly knew what to think. He had scarcely believed, in
spite of the fact that he was sure Andy had a copy of the map, that
the bully would actually make an effort to go to the valley of gold.
"And in that airship of his, too," mused Tom. "Well, there's one
consolation, I don't believe he'll go far in that, though it does
sail better than when he made his first attempt. Well, if he's going
to try to beat us, it's a good thing I know it We can be prepared
for him, now."
Tom, after watching the big vans for a few minutes, turned and kept
on toward his home.
There was more than surprise on the part of Mr. Damon and the others
when Tom told his news. There was alarm, for there was a feeling
that Mr. Foger and his son might adopt unscrupulous tricks.
"But what can we do?" asked Mr. Swift
"Whitewash him!" exclaimed Eradicate Sampson, who had overheard part
of the conversation.
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