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inventions which Tom and his father developed at Swift Enterprises.
"Whew!" Bud heaved a deep sigh of relief as the ship rolled to a halt on the
concrete. "For a while there, I thought we were goners for sure!"
Tom looked grim but said nothing as he climbed out of the cabin. Doffing his
flight gear, he made a careful check of the whole cycloplane. As he had feared,
structural failures had occurred at several points.
Bud studied his pal's face, tight-lipped with disappointment. "What's the
answer, chum?"
Tom shrugged. "I'll have to find some way to keep those ultrasonic waves
from being transmitted through the whole air frame. Maybe I can do this by
installing a different kind of mount for the power unit. I'll start working on one."
"Hey, there's Sandy!" Bud exclaimed. He pointed to a girl and a man
emerging from a small, sleek private plane which had just landed. "Guess she's
been demonstrating one of your Pigeon Specials."
Tom's sister Sandy, a year younger than her brother, was a skillful pilot. Both
Tom and Mr. Swift had given her many hours of expert flying instruction.
Seeing the two boys, Sandy walked over and introduced her customer to
them. "This is

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George Hedron-he's thinking of buying one of our new models."
Hedron smiled and shook hands. He was a tall, lanky young man of about
twenty-three, with dark eyes and black wavy hair. "Fine little pleasure craft, that
Pigeon Special," he complimented Tom.
"I've invited Mr. Hedron to our house to dinner tonight. We can talk about the
purchase," Sandy went on. "You'll come too, won't you, Bud?"
"Sure, thanks," Bud accepted quickly.
That evening after Hedron had been presented to Mrs. Swift, she smilingly
announced that dinner was ready. During the delicious meal, Hedron talked
about his work as a research zoologist. Sandy seemed to be very much
impressed, but Bud watched the young man narrowly and said little. The copilot
was harassed by the vague recollection that Hedron had once been involved in
some unscrupulous business transaction.
Another guest was Phyllis Newton, daughter of "Uncle Ned" Newton, and a
school chum of Sandy's. Phyl, who had dark curls and laughing brown eyes, was
Tom's favorite date.
"Looks as if Bud doesn't think much of Sandy's guest," she whispered to Tom
after dinner.
The zoologist left the party first. As Bud was about to go, he took Sandy
aside and said quietly:
"Please don't date Hedron again, Sandy. Let the sale of the plane go through
the business office. He's not for you!"
CHAPTER III
DISTRESS SIGNAL
AS BUD hurried off, Sandy stared in surprise. What was wrong with George
Hedron? Returning to Phyl, she told her of Bud's parting remarks.
"I wouldn't worry about it," said Phyl. With a giggle she added, "I do believe
Bud's jealous, Sandy!"
Next morning, Bud was still scowling when he strode into Tom's private
laboratory. "Skipper," he began, "I think we should check up on that guy Hedron-"