"Oh, yes, it'll do." Tom did not want to encourage conversation.
"Doubtless from America it comes?"
The man spoke English but with an accent, and certain peculiarities.
"Maybe so," replied the young inventor.
"Is it permit to inspect the interior?"
"No, it isn't," came from Tom shortly. He had hurt his finger with the file, and he was not in the best of humor.
"Ah, there are secrets then?" persisted the stranger.
"Yes!" said Tom shortly. "I wish you wouldn't bother me. I'm busy, can't you see."
"Ah, does monsieur mean that I have poor eyesight?"
The question was snapped out so suddenly, and with such a menacing tone that Tom glanced up quickly. He was surprised at the look in the man's eyes.
"Just as you choose to take it," was the cool answer. "I don't know anything about your eyes, but I know I've got work to do."
"Monsieur is insulting!" rasped out the seeming farmer. "He is not polite. He is not a Frenchman."
"Now that'll do!" cried Tom, thoroughly aroused. "I don't want to be too short with you,
