Nearing
town, Tom turned off on a side-road short cut. He noticed in his mirror
that a truck behind him also turned off.
"Really barreling along!" Tom thought. "If you're in such a hurry, the
road's yours, pal."
He pulled over sharply, motioning the truck to pass. Instead, to Tom's
surprise, it closed in straight behind him. The next moment, Tom saw a
port open below the truck's hood and a strange-looking device pop out on
a springlike steel cable.
It clamped magnetically to Tom's rear bumper! His car was caught like a
fish on a line!
Tom stepped on the accelerator, trying to pull free. The truck at once
swerved off the road, steering around a utility pole. As the cable
tautened, there was a sickening screech of metal and the sports car was
brought to a crashing halt!
Tom's head slammed against the side window. With a groan, the young
inventor blacked out.
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As he regained consciousness, Tom's eyes fluttered open. Sparks of pain
shot through his head. A groan escaped his lips.
"Oo-o! What hit me?" Tom wondered.
He was lying on a sofa in a strange room. Someone was seated nearby,
watching him. Tom tried to move his limbs and sit up. Then he discovered
that his wrists and ankles were tied with sash cord.
"Better lie still, sonny boy," a gruff voice advised.
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