better if I knew that Andy Foger didn't have any inkling of what our plans were," he added, for Eradicate was not present.
"Oh, nonsense!" exclaimed his chum. "Mr. Preston will be here in the morning, and he'll know whether his rival has any idea of camping on our trail. Cheer up!"
"Yes, I suppose I am foolish to worry," admitted Tom, "but, somehow I can't help it. I wish Mr. Preston was here now to tell us that Wayland Waydell had gone off to the centre of Africa for a dwarf. Then I'd know we had nothing to fear. But I guess"
Tom did not finish his sentence for, at that moment, there came a peal at the door bell. Instinctively every one started, and Mr. Damon exclaimed:
"Bless my burglar alarm! What's that?"
"Someone at the door, Tom," replied Mr. Swift calmly. "That's nothing unusual. It's early yet."
But, in spite of his reassuring words, there was a feeling of vague alarm.
"I'll see who it is," volunteered Ned. "If it's Andy Foger"
Mrs. Baggert entered the room at that moment. She had hurried to the door, and, as she entered she announced:
