Tom Swift and His War Tank; Or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam

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where machines were turning out the products evolved from the brains of his father and himself. There was a worried look on the face

t to, but I will. It's in the line of 'doing my bit,' I

aimed a voice, in which energy and friendline

elderly in appearance but not in action, for he crossed the room with the springing step of

had enough water to set up a rival establishment with Mr. Noah. But there's something going on, isn't there? Bless my memorandum book, but don't tell me there isn't, or I shall begin to believ

rted for the Land of Wonders, as we decided it ought to be called. You were talking to yourself then, when I walked in on you,

smiling at the ene

to start in as soon as I can to bring my wife around to my way of thinking. The last ti

sort of a trip-that is, any long one. I was just getting ready to

s, Tom, that's always trying to sit down on

gh that tickling business you speak o

o," observed M

to try any stunts if you

u going?" ask

As you surmised, I've been

ing what you said. It was something about going to do something though you didn't want to, an

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Well,

ou, as yet," Tom said, and there was a new quality in hi

e, Tom, if it

l tell you in due season. But, speaking of the air, let's go for a spin. It may driv

soldiers in camp. They've had their share of wet weather, and, goodness knows, the

irship contests over at camp to-day-for the men who are being trained to be aviato

should like. I'll take a chance in your Hawk, To

n the machine out and get her ready for a flight

dded to show he understood. Koku was really a giant, one of a race of strange beings, and Tom Swift had br

the door of one of the many buildings of which

Damon and I are going for a little spin over to Camp Gra

he big carburetor you were working on. You didn't say what you wanted it for, except that it was for a heavy

arburetor did bother me, and if I can get that to wo

aircraft in operation and Mr. Damon was already taking his p

ou, Koku?" asked

aster," answe

e spun the propeller, and then, after a little run across the s

king tube apparatus, which enabled a conversation to be carried on, even above the ro

thing like that

elow their eyes a succession of fields and forest, there came into view rows and

e Camp!" ex

nd Mr. Dam

en space amid the brown tents, what appeared to be b

mouflage paint on," said Tom.

could not see him, sitting in

oon in the midst of them. Tom and Mr. Damon, flying high, though at no great speed, looked at the maneu

That one fellow did the loop as prettily as I've ever seen it

attaining a high speed, which, at first, made Mr. Damon gasp, until he became used to it. He

ricken by a hunter's gun. The craft seemed to hang in the ai

matter?" cri

om's laconic answer. "I'll have to volpl

smooth, gliding motion, with now and then an upward tilt, which showed that Tom was coming down from the upper regions in a series of long glides. The

t?" asked

the machine was rolling gently over the turf

ir seats, a man, seemingly springing up from

ed, in what he evidently

easily mended

d he replaced the eye protectors. Then Tom turned to Mr. Damon, as if to ask a question, but the stranger came so close,

d him curiously. As he tinkered away, something was stirring among the past m

ar, but I can't place him. He is associated with somet