“And a man with red hair did it,” mused Tom. “Red hair! I don’t know anybody with red hair who would be as desperate as all that. This is getting mysterious!”
CHAPTER XV
THE TRAP
The young inventor, followed by his manager and chum, hurried into the house.
Tom found Dr. Clayton putting the finishing touches to the dressing on a scalp wound Eradicate had sustained in the encounter. In one corner of the room Mrs. Baggert, a bandage around one hand, was endeavoring to get Mr. Swift to drink something from a cup.
“I tell you I’m all right,” insisted the old inventor. “I don’t need any catnip tea, my dear Mrs. Baggert!”
“But it will be good for your nerves. Won’t it, doctor?” asked the solicitous housekeeper.
“I guess it won’t do him any harm,” was the noncommittal answer. “There, Rad, now you’ll be all right,” he added. “You aren’t as badly hurt as you thought.”
“Say, this looks like a first-line dressing station!” exclaimed Tom, for a glance showed him that the situation was not as desperate as it had at first seemed. No one was seriously hurt.
“Three casualties, but they can all get back on the firing line soon,” announced Dr. Clayton, with a smile.
“Are you able to talk to me about it, Dad?” asked Tom.