variety as that used by the would-be thief. Only Tom's was provided with a tungsten filament, which gave a glaring white pencil of light, increased by reflectors.
And in this glare the young inventor saw, speeding away over the lawn, the form of a big man.
"There he goes, Ned!" he shouted.
"So I see. Koku will be right on the job. I told him not to dress. Can you make out who the fellow is?"
"No, his back is toward us. But he's limping, all right. I guess that jump jarred him up a bit. Where is Koku?"
"There he goes now!" exclaimed Ned, as a figure leaped from the side door of the house—a gigantic figure, scantily clad.
"Get to him, Koku!" cried Tom.
"Me git, Master!" was the reply, and the giant sped on.
"Let's go out and lend a hand!" suggested Ned, looking at the water pitcher as though wondering what he had intended to do with it.
"I'm with you," agreed Tom. "Only I want to get into something a little more substantial than my pajamas."
As the two lads hurriedly slipped on some
