TOM IS RESCUED
The Deep Forest Throng needed no urging to flee from the place of the mysterious explosion.Their prisoner, helpless as he had seemed, had proved too much for them.Slipping and stumbling along in the darkness, the masked lads had but one thought--to get away before they saw more of that blue fire, and the force of the concussion.
"Gee! My eyebrows are all singed off!" cried Sam Snedecker, as he tore loose his mask which had been rent in the explosion, and felt of his face.
"And my hands are burned," added Pete Bailey."I stood closer to the fire than any of you.""You did not! I got the worst of it!" cried Andy."I was knocked down by the explosion, and I'll bet I'm hurt somewhere.I guess--Oh! Help! I'm falling in a mud hole!"There was a splash, and the bully disappeared from the sight of his companions who, now that the moon had risen, could better see to flee from their prisoner.
"Help me out, somebody!" pleaded Andy."I'm in a mud hole!"They pulled him out, a sorry looking sight, and the red-haired lad, whose locks were now black with muck, began to lament his lot.
"Dry up!" commanded Sid Holton."It's all your fault, for proposing such a fool trick as capturing Tom Swift.We might have known he would get the best of us.""What was that stuff he used, anyhow?" asked Cecil Hedden, the lad responsible for the organization of the Deep Forest Throng."He must be a wonder.Does he do sleight-of-hand tricks?""He does all sorts of tricks," replied Pete Bailey, feeling of a big lump on his head, caused by falling on a stone in the mad rush."I guess we were chumps to tackle him.He must have put some kind of chemical in the fire, to make it blow up.""Or else he summoned his airship by wireless, and had that balloonist,Mr.Sharp, drop a bomb in the blaze," suggested another lad.
"But how could he do anything? Wasn't he tied fast to that tree?" asked Cecil, the leader.
"You never know when you've got Tom Swift tied," declared Jack Reynolds."You think you've got him, and you haven't.He's too slick for us.It's Andy's fault, for proposing to capture him.""That's right! Blame it all on me," whined the squint-eyed bully."You was just as anxious as I was to tar and feather him.""Well, we didn't do it," commented Pete Bailey, dryly."I s'pose he's loose now, laughin' at us.Gee, but that was an explosion though! It's a wonder some of us weren't killed! I guess I've had enough of this Deep Forest Throng business.No more for mine.""Aw, don't be afraid," urged Cecil."The next time we get him we'll be on our guard.""You'll never catch Tom Swift again," predicted Pete.
"I'll go back now to where he is, if you will," agreed Cecil, who was older than the others.
"Not much!" cried Pete."I've had enough."This seemed to be the sentiment of all.Away they stumbled through the woods, and, emerging on the road, scattered to their several homes, not one but who suffered from slight burns, contusions, torn and muddy clothes or injured feelings as the outcome of the "joke" on the young inventor.
But our hero was not yet free from the bonds of his enemies.When they scattered and ran, after the vivid blue light, and the dull explosion, which, being unconfined, did no real damage, Tom was still fast to the tree.As his eyes became accustomed to the semi-darkness that followed the glare, he remarked:
