Part 7 (1/2)
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Toer, but Mr Swift had had a slight recurrence of his heart trouble, and it was thought best to have a doctor So To swiftly above the housetop, and sailed off toward the old-fashi+oned residence of Dr
Kurtz, a sturdy, elderly German physician, who so as Dr Gladby did not answer his 'phone, he could not be at home, and this, he learned later, was the case, the physician being in a distant town on a consultation
”My, this butterfly see-Bird,” h and no, o, but wait until I have my new one in the air! Then I'll show 'em what speed is!”
He was soon at the physician's house, and found him in
”Won't you ride back with me in the monoplane?” asked Tom ”I'm anxious to have you see dad as soon as you can
”Vot! Me drust mineself in one ob dem airshi+ps? I dinks not!” exclaimed Dr Kurtz ponderously ”Vy, I vould not efen ride in an outer-o in von contrivance vot is efen e, round, or run me up a tree, yet! Vot?”
”Very well,” said To inventor, in his airshi+p, reached hoot there in his carriage Mr Sas no worse, Toh he was evidently quite ill
”So, ve oot care of him,” said the doctor, when he had examined the patient ”Dr Gladby he has done much for him, und I can do little more You must dake care of yourself, Herr Swift, or you vill--but den, vot is der use of being glooo more easy, und not vork so ed inventor ”I have only been helping my son on a new airshi+p”
”Den dot oomplete rest”
”We'll do just as you say, doctor,” said Too away, you and I, where we can't see a blueprint or a pattern, or hear the sound of oot,” said Dr Kurtz ponderously
”No, I couldn't think of it,” answered Mr Swift ”I want you to go in that race, To to be ill”
”He is ill now,” interrupted the doctor ”Very ill, Doo in the race You and I'll go away, dad--to California, or up in Canada We'll travel for your health”
”No! no!” insisted the old inventor gently ”I will be all right Most of the work on the monoplane is done now, isn't it, Too on, and finish it You and Mr Jackson can do it without me now I'll take a rest, doctor, but I want my son to enter that race, and, what's more, I want him to win!”
”Vell, if you don't vork, dot is all I ask I must forbid you to do any , und he can vork But you--not, Herr Swift, or I doctor you nohead
”Very well I'll agree to that if Tom will promise to enter the race,”
said the inventor
”I will,” said Tom
The physician took his leave shortly after that, thehi inventor, who felt in a little better spirits, went back to his workshop
”Poor dad,” he mused ”He thinks more of o in the race, and I'll--yes, I'll win!”