Tom Swift and His Great Searchlight; or, on the border for Uncle Sam by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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It was Koku who asked this last question, as Tom came running toward the giant. In the strange glare from the searchlight, the young inventor saw his big servant holding tightly to a rather small, colored man, while the camera, which was focused full on them, was clicking away at a great rate, taking picture after picture on the roll of films. "No, don't INFLICT nor CONFLICT the club on him, Koku," advised Tom. "Who is he?" "I don't know, Mr. Tom. I was in hiding, in the darkness, waiting for him to come back. He had been here once before in the evening, Eradicate says. Well, he came while I was waiting and I detained him. Then the lights went up. They are very bright lights, Mr. Tom." "Yes, brighter than I expected they would be. I must look and see what causes it. So you detained him, did you, Koku?" "Yes, and what exposition shall I make of him?" "What DISPOSITION?" corrected Tom, with a laugh. "Well, did he get any chickens, Koku?" "Oh, no, I was too tight for him." "Oh, you mean too fast, or quick. Well, if he didn't get any, I guess you might let him go. I have too much to attend to, to bother with him." |
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