relieving him. Then the young inventor, who felt in a little better spirits, went back to his workshop.
"Poor dad," he mused. "He thinks more of me and this aeroplane than he does of himself. Well, I will go in the race, and I'll—yes, I'll win!" And Tom looked very determined.
He was about to resume work on his craft when something about the way one of the forward planes was tilted attracted his attention.
"I never left it that way," mused Tom. "Some one has been in here. I wonder if it was Mr. Jackson?"
Tom stepped to the door and called for Eradicate. The colored man came from the direction of the garden, which he was still weeding.
"Has Mr. Jackson been around, Rad?" asked the lad.
"No, sah. I ain't seed him."
"Have you been in here, looking at the Humming-Bird?"
"No, Massa Tom. I nebber goes in dere, lessen as how yo' is dere. Dem's yo' orders."
"That's so, Rad. I might have known you wouldn't go in. But did you see any one enter the shop?"
"Not a pusson, sah."
"Have you been here all the while?"
"All but jes' a few minutes, when I went to
