in it. But, Tom, do you believe it was one of the diamond-making gang?"
"I hardly think so," was the reply. "They would take some other means of revenge than by destroying my new aeroplane. I'm inclined to think it was some one who is in with Andy Foger."
"Then we'll hire detectives, and locate him and them," declared Mr. Damon, blessing several things in succession.
Tom, however, did not like that plan, and it was decided to do nothing right away. In another few days Tom was able to be up, though he was still a semi-invalid, not venturing out of the house.
It was one afternoon, when, rather tired of his confinement, he was wishing he could resume work on his air craft, that Mrs. Baggert came in, and said:
"Some one to see you, Tom."
"Is it Mr. Damon?"
"No, it's a lady. She———"
"Oh, Tom! How are you?" cried a girlish voice, and Mary Nestor walked into the room, holding out both hands to the young inventor. Tom, with a blush, arose hastily.
"No! no! Sit still!" commanded the girl. "Oh! I'm so sorry to hear about your accident!
