Tom Swift and His Great Searchlight | Page 5

a sky racer, and in
that he made the quickest flight on record.
With his electric rifle Tom went to elephant land, where he succeeded
in rescuing two missionaries from the red pygmies. A little later he set
out for the city of gold, and had marvelous adventures underground.
Hearing of a deposit of valuable platinum in Siberia, Tom started for
that lonely place, and, to reach a certain part of if, he had to invent a
new machine, called an air glider. It was an aeroplane without means of
propulsion save the wind.
In the book, "Tom Swift in Captivity," I related the particulars of how
he brought away two immense men from giant land. One, Koku, he
kept for himself, while the other made a good living by being exhibited
in a circus.
When the present story opens Tom had not long been home after a
series of strange adventures. A moving picture concern, with which Mr.
Nestor was associated, wanted some views of remarkable scenes, such
as fights among wild beasts, the capture of herds of elephants,
earthquakes, and volcanos in action, and great avalanches in the Alps.
Tom invented a wizard camera, and got many good views, though at
times he was in great danger, even in his airship. Especially was this so
at the erupting volcano.
But our hero came swiftly hack to Shopton, and there, all Winter and
Spring, he busied himself perfecting a new motor for an airship--a

motor that would make no noise. He perfected it early that Summer,
and now was about to try it, when the incident of the torn newspaper
happened.
"Have you got all the pieces, Tom?" asked Ned, as he passed his chum
several scraps, which were gathered up from the floor.
"I think so. Now we'll paste them together, and see what it says. We
may be on the trail of a big mystery, Ned."
"Maybe. Go ahead and see what you can make of it."
Tom fitted together, as best he could, the ragged pieces, and then pasted
them on a blank sheet of paper.
"I guess I've got it all here now," he said finally. "I'll skip the first part.
You read me most of that, Ned. Just as you told me, it relates how the
government agents, having tried in vain to get a clew to the smugglers,
came to the conclusion that they must be using airships to slip
contraband goods over the border at night."
"Now where's that mention of Shopton? Oh, here it is," and he read:
"'It is suspected that some of the smugglers have been communicating
with confederates in Shopton, New York. This came to the notice of the
authorities to-day, when one of the government agents located some of
the smuggled goods in a small town in New York on the St. Lawrence.
The name of this town is being kept secret for the present."
"'It was learned that the goods were found in a small, deserted house,
and that among them were letters from someone in Shopton, relating to
the disposal of the articles. They refuse to say who the letters were
from, but it is believed that some of Uncle Sam's men may shortly
make their appearance in the peaceful burg of Shopton, there to follow
up the clew. Many thousands of dollars worth of goods have been
smuggled, and the United States, as well as the Dominion of Canada
custom authorities, say they are determined to put a stop to the daring
efforts of the smugglers. The airship theory is the latest put forth.'"

"Well, say, that's the limit!" cried Ned, as Tom finished reading. "What
do you know about that?"
"It brings it right home to us," agreed the young inventor. "But who is
there in Shopton who would be in league with the smugglers?"
"That's hard to say."
"Of course we don't know everyone in town," went on Tom, "but I'm
pretty well acquainted here, and I don't know of a person who would
dare engage in such work."
"Maybe it's a stranger who came here, and picked out this place
because it was so quiet," suggested Ned.
"That's possible. But where would he operate from?" asked Tom.
"There are few in Shopton who would want to buy smuggled goods."
"They may only ship them here, and fix them so they can't be
recognized by the custom authorities, and then send them away again,"
went on Ned. "This may be a sort of clearing-house for the smugglers."
"That's so. Well, I don't know as we have anything to do with it. Only if
those fellows are using an airship I'd like to know what kind it is. Well,
come on out to the shop now, and we'll see how the silent motor
works."
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