Chapter I. Tom Hopes for a Prize

"Father," exclaimed Tom Swift, looking up from a paper he was reading, "I think I can win that prize!"

"What prize is that?" inquired the aged inventor, gazing away from a drawing of a complicated machine, and pausing in his task of making some intricate calculations. "You don‘t mean to say, Tom, that you‘re going to have a try for a government prize for a submarine, after all."

"No," not a submarine prize, dad," and the youth laughed. "Though our Advance would take the prize away from almost any other under-water boat, I imagine. No, it‘s another prize I‘m thinking about."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I see by this paper that the Touring Club of America has offered three thousand dollars for the speediest electric car. The tests are to come off this fall, on a new and specially built track on Long Island, and it‘s to be an endurance contest for twenty-four hours, or a race for distance, they haven‘t yet decided. But I‘

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