How many miles is it? asked the man who had whispered, and at thesound of his voice Tom felt a vague sense that he had heard itbefore.
Three, answered the young inventor, and once more he saw the menwhisper among themselves.
Thanks, spoke the driver of the car, and he threw in the gears. Asthe big machine darted ahead the goggles which one of the men woreslipped off.
Tom had a glimpse of his face.
Anson Morse! he exclaimed. If that isn't the man who was sneakingaround dad's motor shop he's his twin brother! I wonder if thosearen't the men
who are after the patent model? I must be on myguard! and Tom, watching the car fade out of sight on the roadahead of him, slowly started his
motor-cycle. He was much puzzledand alarmed.
Chapter 13 Caught in a Storm
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