They passed a new building, one of the largest in the
group of the many comprising the Swift plant. Ned looked at
the door which bore a notice to the effect that no one was
admitted unless bearing a special permit, or accompanied by
Mr. Swift or Tom.

"What's this, Tom?" asked Ned. "Some new wrinkle?"

"Yes, an invention I'm working on. It isn't in shape yet
to be seen."

"It must be something big, Tom," observed Ned, as he
viewed the large building.

"It is."

"And say, what a whopping big fence you've got around the
back yard!" went on the young banker. "Looks like a baseball
field, but it would take some scrambling on the part of a
back-lots kid to get over it."

"That's what it's for--to keep people out."

"I see! Well, I've got to get along. I'm a bit back in my
day's quota of selling Liberty Bonds, and I've got to
hustle. I'm sorry I bothered you about that tank picture,
Tom."

"Oh, it wasn't a bother--don't think that for a minute,