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Rh "Now I've got you!" he shouted. "I'll teach you to slash my aeroplane! Come with me!"

Andy gave one look at the white bird-like apparatus that had flown up beside him so noiselessly, and, being too frightened to recognize Tom's voice, must have thought that he had been overtaken by some supernatural visitor.

Andy gave a yell like an Indian, about to do a stage scalping act, and fairly dived over the handlebars of his bicycle, sprawling in a heap on the dusty road.

"I guess that will hold you for a while," observed Tom, grimly, as he put on the groundbrake and brought his monoplane to a stop not far from the fallen rider.