“It’s a good thing this isn’t Singapore.” Bud grinned. “Or we’d be getting there yesterday!”
By this time the newsmen, photographers, and telecasters were milling around the Star Spear. The boys posed and made statements.
Eyes popped when Tom told his audience of his encounter with Rotzog and Johnson, and said the authorities should be notified to pick them up. A policeman hurried off to do this, while a reporter told the boys that Radnor, led by a fisherman, had found Rotzog’s hide-out in the Aleutians. Though the rocket ship had been launched by the time they reached it, all Rotzog’s workers had been captured.
“And now, Tom Swift,” the reporter said, “before you go, tell us what your next invention will be.”
Torn laughingly shrugged, not knowing at the moment that it would be his Giant Robot.
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Tom asked if there was news yet of the rocket that had taken off from Australia.
“Not yet,” a TV man replied.
At last the boys’ families and friends were able to push their way through the crowd.
“It just doesn’t seem possible, Tom!” Mrs. Swift said, hugging her son affectionately. “Congratulations, my dear.”
“Thank you, Mother.”
Sandy threw her arms around her brother and said, “Next trip I want to be your copilot. How about it?”
“And take my job away from me?” Bud called. “Never!”
“But we might make it a foursome,” Tom said, smiling at Phyl Newton. She stood on her tiptoes and blushingly kissed him.
“Any souvenirs of the trip?” Mr. Swift asked, after a firm handshake with his son and a slap on the back.
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