Tom Swift and His Electric Locomotive, or, Two Miles a Minute on the Rails

He halted a moment with the knob of the door in his hand. The porch was deep in shadows, but he thought he had seen something move there. That you, Koku?asked Tom in an ordinary voice. Sometimes his gigantic servant wandered about the house at night. He was a strange person, and he had a good many thoughts in his savage brain that even his young master did not understand. There was no reply to Tom's question, so he walked down the steps and out at the gate. It was not a long distance to the Nestor house, and the air was brisk and keen, in spite of the fact that threatening clouds masked the stars. Two blocks from the house he came to a high wall which separated the street from the grounds of an old.