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TOM SWIFT AMONG THE FIRE FIGHTERS OR Battling with Flames from the Air
By VICTOR APPLETON

CONTENTS


CHAPTER
I
A BAD PLACE FOR A FIRE
II NO USE OF LIVING!
III TOM'S NEW IDEA
IV AN EXPERIMENT
V THE EXPLOSION
VI TOM IS WORRIED
VII A FORCED LANDING
VIII STRANGE TALK
IX SUSPICIONS
X ANOTHER ATTEMPT
XI THE BLAZING TREE
XII TOM IS LONESOME
XIII A SUCCESSFUL TEST
XIV OUT OF THE CLOUDS
XV COALS OF FIRE
XVI VIOLENT THREATS
XVII A TOWN BLAZE
XVIII FINISHING TOUCHES
XIX ON THE TRAIL
XX A HEAVY LOAD
XXI THE LIGHT IN THE SKY
XXII TRAPPED
XXIII TO THE RESCUE
XXIV A STRANGE DISCOVERY
XXV THE LIGHT OF DAY

TOM SWIFT AMONG THE FIRE FIGHTERS


CHAPTER I
A BAD PLACE FOR A FIRE
"IMPOSSIBLE, Ned! It can't be as much as that!"
"Well, you can prove the additions yourself, Tom, on one of the adding machines. I've been over 'em twice, and get the same result each time. There are the figures. They say figures don't lie, though it doesn't follow that the opposite is true, for those who do not stick closely to the truth do, sometimes, figure. But there you have it; your financial statement for the year," and Ned Newton, business manager for Tom Swift, the talented young inventor, shoved a mass of papers across the table to his friend and chum, as well as employer.
"It doesn't seem possible, Ned, that we have made as much as that this past year. And this, as I understand it, doesn't include what was taken from the wreck of the Pandora?"
Tom Swift looked questioningly at Ned Newton, who shook his head in answer.
"You really didn't get anything to speak of out of your undersea search, Tom," replied the young financial manager, "so I didn't include it. But there's enough without that."
"I should say so!" exclaimed Tom. "Whew!" he whistled, "I didn't think I was worth that much."
"Well, you've earned it, every cent, with the inventions of yourself and your father."
"And I might add that we wouldn't have half we earn if it wasn't for the shrewd way you look after us, Ned," said Tom, with a warm smile at his friend. "I appreciate the way you manage our affairs; for, though I have had some pretty good luck with my searchlight, wizard camera, war tank and other contraptions, I never would have been able to save any of the money they brought in if it hadn't been for you."
"Well, that's what I'm here for," remarked Ned modestly.
"I appreciate that," began Tom Swift. "And I want to say, Ned--"
But Tom did not say what he had started to. He broke off suddenly, and seemed to be listening to some sound outside the room of his home where he and his financial and business manager were going over the year's statement and accounting.
Ned, too, in spite of the fact that he had been busy going over figures, adding up long columns, checking statements, and giving the results to Tom, had been aware, in the last five minutes, of an ever-growing tumult in the street. At first it had been no more than the passage along the thoroughfare of an unusual number of pedestrians. Ned had accounted for it at first by the theory that some moving picture theater had finished the first performance and the people were hurrying home.
But after he had finished his financial labors and had handed Tom the first of a series of statements to look over, the young financial expert began to realize that there was no moving picture house near Tom's home. Consequently the passing throngs could not be accounted for in that way.
Yet the tumult of feet grew in the highway outside. Ned had begun to wonder if there had been an attempted burglary, a fight, or something like that, calling for police action, which had gathered an unusual throng that warm, spring evening.
And then had come Tom's interruption of himself when he broke off in the middle of a sentence to listen intently.
"What is it?" asked Ned.
"I thought I heard Rad or Koku moving around out there," murmured Tom. "It may be that