"Certainly," agreed Tom, cheerfully, for he had no special
grudge against Mr. Foger, though had he known Andy's father's
plans, perhaps our hero would not have so readily aided him. The
young inventor got down, removed one of his oil lamps in order
that there might be some light on the operation, and then brought
over his pump.
"I heard you had an accident," said Tom, a chain of thoughts
being rapidly forged in his mind, as he thought of what Sam had
told him.
"You heard of it?" repeated Mr. Foger, while Andy was busy
pumping up the tire.
"Yes, a friend who was out riding with you said you had broken
a wheel on Berk's hill. But I see he was slightly wrong. You're a
good way from Berk's hill, and it's a tire that is broken, not a
wheel."
"But I don't understand," said Mr. Foger. "No friend has been
out riding with us. My son and I were out on a business trip,
and--"
"Come on, pop. I've got it all pumped up. Jump in. There's your
pump, Tom Swift. Much obliged," muttered Andy hastily. It was
very evident that he wanted to prevent any further conversation
between his parent and Tom.
"But I don't understand," went on the banker, clearly puzzled.
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