CHAPTER XIV
A WEARY SEARCH
"Are you sure it's them?" asked Ned.
"Bless my toothpick!" cried Mr. Damon. "It isn't possible, Tom?"
"Yes, it is," said the young inventor. "It's the Fogers all right. Take a look for yourself, Ned."
The other lad did, and confirmed his chum's news, and then Mr. Damon also made sure, by using the glass.
"No doubt of it," the odd man said. "But what are you going to do, Tom?"
Our hero thought for a moment. Then, once more, he looked steadfastly through the glass at the other carts. The occupants of them did not appear to know that they were under observation, land at that distance they could not have made out our friends without a telescope. Tom ascertained that the Fogers were not using one.
"Has Senor Swift any orders?" asked Delazes. "Who are these Fogers? Enemies of yours I take it. Why should they follow you merely to
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