Tom Swift and His Airship
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all rea
ned near some complicated apparatus, while the questioner,
went on the man. "Look out for you
y for it. If it does explod
e had so much trouble with the airsh
ft. "I'll watch the pressure gauge, and, if it goes
ooking anxiously at him, turned his gaze now and then toward a gauge, somewhat like those on st
me building where the two were conducting an experim
jump," advi
pressure is going up very slowly. M
ok out now. You can't tell
rom the tank, through the pipes, and into the aluminum container,
m quickly. "It's coming
ers, sought to fit the wrench over the nipple of the contr
"It's jammed! I can't shut off the
pen, a stop-cock, that he might relieve the strain. One trial showed him that the valve there had jammed too, and catching up a roll of blue prints the lad made a dash for the door of the sh
d shavings flew out of the door after the man and the yoswung around to look back at the place where
t! How ab
e gauge on or we'd never have known when to run. Well, we've m
t mistake. I see what the trouble is now; and know how to remedy it. Co
t up, and that's so light it didn't do much damage. But we'd better w
the shop, which, in spite of the explosion that had taken place in it, was still intact, wh
We're al
happ
but I think we've had the last of our bad luck. We're going to try it again. Up to n
ce chimed in. "I'm sure something dreadful will happen! This is
. Baggert," interrupted T
ad in the oven," went on Mrs. Baggert, the housekeeper, "and I was so startled that I
, trying not to laugh. "We'll s
ed the motherly-looking woman, who looked
orted the lad. "We see where our
replied the ot
sed Tom. "Maybe we can rig up another container, mix some
ged inventor, once more. "I'm afraid you two ha
his son. "You'll see us yet s
n't be very likely to see you. But go sl
er bread. Tom and Mr. Sharp started toward the shop where they had been working. It was one of
om, as he peered in through a window, void of
ppy sentences, which, however, said all he meant. "The fumes of that gas aren't
pungent odor, and Tom felt an unplea
. Sharp. "I'll be looking over t
s knee, as he sat on an upturned barrel, the lad walked toward the rear of the large yard. It was enclosed by a high board fence, with a locked gate, but
dy Foger, Sam Snedecker and Pete Bailey. I
dy Foger, a red-haired and squint-eyed lad, a sort of town bully, with
are killed?"
for doctors
out Pete, and he had to sit down
clearly much puzzled. "What are
illed in the explosion we heard
ne," rep
exclaimed Pete. "We heard
he smoke," ad
with a smile, "but no one was killed; or even hu
questioningly, and the disappoi
m, his crony, and he, t
g," continued Pete, ano
were walking along the lake road, and we heard an awful racket. If the police
harp, the balloonist, and I were conducting an experiment with a new kind of gas, and it was too strong,
" demanded Andy, and again he sp
e back at him sharply, "but, as everyone will soon kno
laimed Sam and Pe
e. "Well, I don't think you can do it, Tom Swift! You'll neve
a trifle nettled at the s
an you are to build an airship that will sai
let Andy Foger make him angry. "Maybe you can beat me at racing, too?" he went on. "If you think so, b
for, more than once had Tom, in his motor-boat, proved mo
ised Sam, in a low voice. "
ause my motor wasn't working right," he conceded, "but you can't do it again.
and then, if you want to race the Red Streak against that, I'll accommodate you. Or, if you
alloonist from being killed when his balloon caught fire," went on Andy,
to side with their crony, to whom they were in
Meanwhile, if you want to try the Red Streak against
his speedy boat, by a much smaller and less powerful one, was a sor
ou. I'm sick of hearing it. I consider that a threat, and I don't like it. If you d
d clenched fists, took a st
m," advised Sam. "We'l
s noticed that he shuffled off. "You just wait, I'll fix
d have made a more substantial rejoinder to Andy than mer
d away, Tom," he said. "We
Tom Swift turned aside, and followed
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