The custom men, with Tom and Ned, went all over the house. Andy scowled blackly at our hero, but said nothing. Mr. Foger seemed anxious to show everything, and let the men go where they would. Finally a tour of the house had been completed, and nothing of a suspicious nature was found.
"I guess we'll just take a look at the roof, and see that airship platform your son is going to use," said Mr. Whitford, in rather disappointed tones, when he had found nothing.
"It isn't started yet," said Andy.
But they all went up through a scuttle, nevertheless, and saw where some posts had been made fast to the roof, to provide a platform foundation.
"I'll beat you all to pieces when I get flying," said the bully to Tom, as they went down the scuttle again.
"I'm not in the racing game any more," replied Tom coldly, "Besides I only race with my friends."
"Huh! Afraid of getting beat!" sneered Andy.
"Well, I guess there's nothing here," said Mr. Whitford to Mr. Foger, as they stood together in the front room.
"No, I knew you'd find nothing, and you have had your trouble for your pains."
"Oh, Uncle Sam doesn't mind trouble."
