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TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVE or Two Miles a Minute on the Rails
By VICTOR APPLETON
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I A TEMPTING OFFER
II TROUBLE STARTS
III TOM SWIFT'S FRIENDS
IV MUCH TO THINK ABOUT
V BARBED WIRE ENTANGLEMENTS
VI THE CONTRACT SIGNED
VII THE MAN WITH BIG FEET
VIII AN ENEMY IN THE DARK
IX WHERE WAS KOKU?
X A STRANGE CONVERSATION
XI TOUCH AND GO
XII THE TRY-OUT DAY ARRIVES
XIII HOPES AND FEARS
XIV SPEED
XV THE ENEMY STILL ACTIVE
XVI OFF FOR THE WEST
XVII THE WRECK OF FORTY-EIGHT
XVIII ON THE HENDRICKTON & PAS ALOS
XIX PERIL, THE MOTHER OF INVENTION
XX THE RESULT
XXI THE OPEN SWITCH
XXII A DESPERATE CHASE
XXIII MR. DAMON AT BAT
XXIV PUTTING THE ENEMY TO FLIGHT
XXV SPEED AND SUCCESS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVE
Chapter I
A Tempting Offer
"An electric locomotive that can make two miles a minute over a properly ballasted roadbed might not be an impossibility," said Mr. Barton Swift ruminatively. "It is one of those things that are coming," and he flashed his son, Tom Swift, a knowing smile. It had been a topic of conversation between them before the visitor from the West had been seated before the library fire and had sampled one of the elder Swift's good cigars.
"It is not only a future possibility," said the latter gentleman, shrugging his shoulders. "As far as the Hendrickton and Pas Alos Railroad Company goes, a two mile a minute gait--not alone on a level track but through the Pas Alos Range--is an immediate necessity. It's got to be done now, or our stock will be selling on the curb for about two cents a share."
"You do not mean just that, do you, Mr. Bartholomew?" asked Tom Swift earnestly, and staring at the big-little man before the fire.
Mr. Richard Bartholomew was just that--a "big-little man." In the railroad world, both in construction and management, he had made an enviable name for himself.
He had actually built up the Hendrickton and Pas Alos from a narrow-gauge, "jerkwater" road into a part of a great cross- continent system that tapped a wonderfully rich territory on both sides of the Pas Alos Range.
For some years the H. & P. A. had a monopoly of that territory. Now, as Mr. Bartholomew intimated, it was threatened with such rivalry from another railroad and other capitalists, that the H. & P. A. was being looked upon in the financial market as a shaky investment.
But Tom Swift repeated:
"You do not mean just that, do you, Mr. Bartholomew?"
Mr. Bartholomew, who was a little man physically, rolled around in his chair to face the young fellow more directly. His own eyes sparkled in the firelight. His olive face was flushed.
