"Now, I think we're done!" exclaimed the young inventor, with a
sigh, late that night. He and Ned and the line manager had worked
hard.
"Yes," answered the young banker, "the traps are set. The question
is: Will our rat be caught?"
CHAPTER XXI
THE PHOTO TELEPHONE
Tom Swift was taking, as he afterward confessed, "a mighty big
chance." But it seemed the only way. He was working against
cunning men, and had to be as cunning as they.
True, the man he hoped to capture, through the combination of his
photo telephone and the phonograph, might go to some other
instrument than one of those Tom had adjusted. But this could not
be helped. In all he had put his new attachment on eight 'phones
in the vicinity of the sawmill. So he had eight chances in his
favor, and as many against him as there were other telephones in
use.
"It's a mighty small margin in our favor," sighed Tom.
"It sure is," agreed Ned. They were at Mrs., Damon's house,
waiting for the call to come in.
"But we couldn't do anything else," went on Tom.
"No," spoke Ned, "and I have a great deal of hope in the
proverbial Swift luck, Tom."
"Well, I only hope it holds good this time!" laughed the young
inventor.
"There are a good many things that can go wrong," observed Ned.
"The least little slip-up may spoil your traps, Tom."
"I know it, Ned.
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