“Koku got his man!”
This was proved a moment later as the giant shouted:
“Me got ’im! Me got ’im!”
Tom, however, was too busy chasing after his quarry to pay much attention to his big guard who, he expected, could look after himself.
The fellow Tom was chasing was running fast, but he was no match for the young inventor whose anger lent him added speed, and just as the retreating form reached the outer gate of the big fence which surrounded the hangar, Tom made a flying football tackle and downed his man.
“Let me go! Let me go!” the intruder pleaded.
“Not much I won’t!” panted Tom, as he got a firm hold on his man. “And I think I know who you are, too! Here, Ned! Bring that flashlight!” the inventor shouted.
A moment later the financial manager had joined his chum, aiding him in subduing the rascal. Then, when the fellow, thoroughly cowed, was taken in charge by several workmen who had been aroused by the alarm, the light was focused on his face.
“I thought so!” exclaimed Tom, as he scanned the features. “Hussy! You got trapped again, but in a different way!” chuckled Tom.
“If you know what’s good for you, let me go!” snarled the man, endeavoring to break away. But he was too firmly held for that.