CHAPTER XXIV
THE NIGHT RACE
The three looked at each other. For a moment they could not understand, and then, as they stood there, the meaning came to them.
"The smugglers!" whispered Tom.
"Of course?" agreed Mr. Damon. "And they must have taken him for you, Tom, for he had on your coat and cap. What can they have done with him?"
"Taken him away, that's evident," spoke Tom. "Let's look around, and see if we can find him."
They looked, but to no purpose. Ned had disappeared. There were the signs of a struggle, the fish rod was broken in several places, as if Ned had used it as a club, and the ground was torn up.
"Bless my tin whistle!" cried Mr. Damon. "What shall we do?"
For a moment no one knew what to say, then, as they looked at each other in silence, a voice called:
"I say! What's up? What's the matter? Where are you all? Hey, Tom Swift!"
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