cution. Along swept the airship, until, with a rush, it passed right over Mr. Damon's head. He never heard it, and was not aware of what was happening until he saw the shadow it cast. Then, jumping aside, as if he thought something was about to fall on him, he cried:
"Bless my mosquito netting! What in the world"
Then he saw Tom and Ned in the airship, which came gently to earth a few yards further on.
"Well of all things!" cried Mr. Damon. "What are you up to now, Tom Swift?"
"It's my noiseless airship," explained our hero. "She doesn't make a sound. Get aboard, and have a ride."
Mr. Damon looked toward the house.
"I guess my wife won't see me," he said with a chuckle. "She's more than ever opposed to airships, Tom, since we went on that trip taking moving pictures. But I'll take a chance." And in he sprang, when the two lads started up again. They made quite a flight, and Tom found that his new motor exceeded his expectations. True, it needed some adjustments, but these could easily be made.
"Well, what are you going to do with it, now that you have it?" asked Mr. Damon, as Tom
