Tom Swift and the Electronic Hydrolung

fluttered open. Sparks of pain shot thr

hit me?" T

rby, watching him. Tom tried to move his limbs and sit up. Then

oy," a gruff voice advised

fa. He was of medium height, very muscular looking, with cold, glitt

ering the events on the road before he b

. And you're goin' to stay here until the cops let Dim

m an end table adjoining the sofa a

ad and use it, but don'

t his eyes and screwed up his face in an expression of pain, pretending

irov out of jail

rled. "And you'd better get resu

ber printed on the dial. Evidently his captor had not

nsmit the number to Ames without arousing his captor'

himself, keep slipping numbers into the conversation in order to

ck 3-7156. BA on the dial

alling!" the man

with my hands ti

he dialing

im the Enterprises number, then asked for Ames's extension as the switchboard o

spea

eplied, in order to overhear what was being said. "I've been thinking," t

asped in surprise.

Tom said. "I think it might prevent future

exploded. "The id

y," Tom argued. By emphasizing the words,

saying had already triggered the security chief's suspicions.

." With a chuckle, he added, "Haven't had one in three

ek" he meant seven days?... "It's

want Mirov let out?" Ames said sl

upon, Harlan. Shouldn't take more than five or six hours, should

ster than that-if he has any f

"Could be," he rep

med it back on the hook. "All right, smart bo

nds around town" had convinced Ames that the young inventor was a prisoner, speaking under duress. Moreov

age had Tom t

a recorder which automatically taped all calls. Now, while he pondered th

atter glanced at his watch. "Better hope that call does the trick, Sw

e?" Tom asked. He was wondering if he might per

irov knows how

sharply. The man jerked to attention, obviously startled. He glanced at

xpecting just a phon

n got up from his chair, gagged Tom hastily

re?" he as

fy!" replied an accent

e door-then froze as he saw not only Mirov, but

ing to put up bail?" one

able to pick up any clue from Mirov's fa

u raise it?" Ames sn

d. The door flew open and Duffy was thrown back, almost losing his balance.

is!" Ame

ntied. Mirov and Duffy w

. "Nice going, Harlan! Boy, I was sweating icicles here,

grin, "but it took a while to guess what they stood for. And then, o

Tom's forehead, Ames adde

huckling. He told of his kidnaping, while

d car. Tom and Ames, meanwhile, in the security chief's

he right side was wedged against the utili

ad. "Boy! You're lucky you got

," the young inven

ts' home. Mrs. Swift and Sandy, previously unaware of Tom's plight, were ho

Dr. Emerson, the Swifts' family physician, was immediately summoned to the house. He pronounce

evening, just as Sandy was bringing up a

n he became serious. "I'd sure like to meet that creep who snagged yo

all right," T

sted upon driving to Enterprises. He phoned Admiral Walter, whose report

his private laboratory and applied himself once again to the proble

t. "May as well get that haircut I s

nuts she had brought over the previous evening after learning of his dangerous

ked up Phyl at her home and took her to the yacht club. Here they lunch

igh when he finally returned to his

es of ours are clever, but if they can produce an undet

idly fingered a micro

hem one better? I'll invent a submarine that's not