"Of course, you know your own business best, Tom.Yet I cannot but feel you have made a mistake.""How?" asked Tom."By not taking that money? I can easily make that in a year, with an idea I have in mind for an improvement on an airship.And your new electric motor will soon be ready for the market.Besides, we don't really need the money.""No, not now, Tom, but there is no telling when we may," said Mr.Swift, slowly."This big war has made many changes, and things that brought us in a good income before, hardly sell at all, now.""Oh, don't worry, Dad! We still have a few shots left in the locker--in other words, the bank.I'm expecting Ned Newton over any moment now, to give us the annual statement of our account, and then we'll know where we stand.I'm not afraid from the money end.Our business has done well,and it is going to do better.I have a new idea.""That's all very well, Tom," said Mr.Swift, who seemed oppressed by something."As you say, money isn't everything, and I know we shall always have enough to live on.But there is something about those two men I do not like.They were very angry at your refusal of their offer.I could see that.Tom, I don't want to be a croaker, but I think you'll have to watch out for those men.They're going to be your enemies--your rivals in the airship field," and Mr.Swift shook his head dolefully.
"Well, rivalry, when it's clean and above board, is the spice of trade and invention," returned ~Tom, lightly."I'm not afraid of that.""No, but it may be unfair and underhand," said Mr.Swift."I think it would have been better, Tom, to have accepted their offer.Twenty thousand a year, clear money, is a good sum.""Yes, but I may make twice that with something that occurred to me only a little while ago.Forget about those men, Dad, and I'll tell you my new idea.But wait, I want Mr.Damon to hear it, too.Where is he?""He was here a little while ago.He went out when those two men came and--"At that moment, from the garden at the side of the library, the sound of voices in dispute could be heard.
"Now yo' all g'wan 'way from yeah!" exclaimed some one who could be none other than Eradicate Sampson."Whut fo' yo' all want to clutter up dish yeah place fo'? Massa Tom said I was to do de garden wuk, an' I'se gwine to do it! G'wan 'way, Giant!""Ho! You want me to get out, s'pose you put me, black face!" cried a big voice, that of Koku, the giant.
"There they go! At it again!" cried Tom with a smile."Might have known if I told Rad to do anything that Koku would be jealous.Well, I'll have to go out now and give that giant something to do that will tax his strength."But as Tom was about to leave the room another voice was heard in the garden.
"Now, boys, be nice," said some one soothingly."The garden is large enough for you both to work in.Rad, you begin at the lower end and spadetoward the middle.Koku, you begin at the upper end and work down.Whoever gets to the middle first will win.""Ha! Den I'll show dat giant some spade wuk as is spade wuk!" cried the colored man."Garden wuk is mah middle name.""Be careful, Rad!" laughed Mr.Damon, for he it was who was trying to act as peacemaker."Remember that Koku is very strong.""Yas, sah! He may be strong, but he's clumsy!" chuckled Eradicate."You watch me beat him!""Ho! Black man get stuck in mud!" challenged Koku."I show him!"Then there was silence, and Tom and his father, looking out, saw the two disputants beginning to spade the soil while Mr.Damon, satisfied that he had, for the time being, stopped a quarrel, turned toward the house.
"I was just coming to look for you," said Tom."Sorry I had to go off in such a hurry and leave you, but I had promised to take Mary for a ride, and as it was her first one, for a distance, I didn't want her to back out.""That's all right, Tom, that's all right!" said Mr.Damon genially."Ladies first every time.But I do want to see you, and it's about something important.""No trouble, I hope?" queried Tom, for the manner of the eccentric man was rather grave.
"Trouble? Oh, no! Bless my frying pan, no trouble, Tom! In fact, it may be the other way about.Tom, I have an idea, and there may be millions in it! That's it--millions!""Good!" cried the young inventor."Might as well bite off a big lump while you're at it.So you have a new idea! Well, I have myself, but I'll listen to yours first.What is it, Mr.Damon?""It's a new kind of airship, Tom.I haven't got it all worked out yet, but I can give you a rough outline.On my way over I got to thinking about balloons, aeroplanes and the like, and it occurred to me that the present principles are all wrong.""So I evolved a new type of machine.I'm going to call it the Damon Whizzer.Maybe Demon Whizzer would be more appropriate, but we won't decide on that now.Anyhow, it's going to be a whizzer, and I want to talk to you about it.There is an entirely new principle of elevation andpropulsion involved in my Whizzer, and I--"At that moment there came a crash and clatter of steel and wood from the garden, out of sight of which Tom and Mr.Damon had walked while talking.Then followed a jangle of words.
"They're at it again!" cried Tom, as he ran toward the side of the house."I guess it's a fight this time!"
