DAMON'S WHIZZER

Characteristic it was of Tom Swift that he did not seem at all
surprised at what most young men would call a liberal offer. Certainly
not many youths of Tom's age would be sought out by a big manufacturing
concern, and offered ten thousand dollars a year "right off the reel,"
as Ned Newton expressed it later. But Tom only smiled and shook his
head in negation.

"What!" cried Mr. Gale, "you mean you won't accept our offer?"

"I can't," answered Tom.

"You can't!" exclaimed the treasurer, Mr. Ware. "Oh, I see. Mr. Gale, a
word with you. Excuse us a moment," he added to Tom and his father.

The two men consulted in a corner of the library for a moment, and
then, with smiles on their faces, once more turned toward the young
inventor.

"Well, perhaps you are right, Tom Swift," said Mr. Gale. "Of course, we
recognize your talents and ability, but you cannot blame us for trying
to get talent, as well as material for our airships, in the cheapest
market. But we are not hide-bound, nor sticklers for any set sum. We'll
make that offer fifteen thousand dollars a year, if you will sign a
five-year contract and agree that we shall have first claim on anything
and everything you may patent or invent in that time. Now, how does
that strike you? Fifteen thousand dollars a year--paid weekly if you
wish, and our Mr. Ware, here, has a form of contract which can be fixed
up and signed within ten minutes, if you agree."

"Well, I don't like to be disagreeable," said Tom with a smile; "but,
really, as I said before, I can't accept your very kind offer. I may
say liberal offer. I appreciate that."

"You can't accept!" cried Mr. Gale.

"Are you sure you don't mean 'won't'?" asked Mr. Ware, in a half growl.

"You may call it that if you like," replied Tom, a bit coolly, for he
did not like the other's tone, "Only, as I say, I cannot accept. I have
other plans."

"Oh, you--" began the brusk treasurer, but Mr. Gale, the president of
the Universal Flying Machine Company, stopped his associate with a
warning look.

"Just a moment, Mr. Swift," begged the president. "Don't be hasty. We
are prepared to make you a last and final offer, and I do not believe
you can refuse it."

"Well, I certainly will not refuse it without hearing it," said Tom,
with a smile he meant to make good-natured. Yet, truth to tell, he did
not at all like the two visitors. There was something about them that
aroused his antagonism, and he