An electric locomotive that can make two miles a minute over a properly ballasted roadbed might not be an impossibility ¿ said Mr. Barton Swift ruminatively. ¿It is one of those things that are coming ¿ and he flashed his son Tom Swift a knowing smile. It had been a topic of conversation between them before the visitor from the West had been seated before the library fire and had sampled one of the elder Swift¿s good cigars. (Excerpt)
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