"Tom Swift? Where is he? What's happened to him?" cried Ned.
"Bless my dyspepsia tablets!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "Do you know where he is?"
"Not exactly," answered the farmer; "but here's a note from some one that signs himself 'Tom Swift,' and it says he's a prisoner!"
Chapter XXII
Rescued
For a moment Ned and Mr. Damon gazed at the farmer in his rattletrap of an auto, and then they looked at the fluttering piece of paper in his hand. Thence their gaze traveled to the ragged and barefoot lad sitting beside the farmer.
"I found it!" announced the boy.
"Found what?" asked Ned.
"That there note!"