Tom Swift and His Wireless Message; Or, The Castaways of Earthquake Island

om glanced at Mr. Damon. The latter's face was rather pale, but he seemed calm and collected. His lips moved slightly, and T

terfly in a more parallel position to the earth. This, in a manner, checked the

great danger, Tom?

greater heights. The only thing that bothers me is that there are several cross-currents of air up he

exclaimed Mr. Damon "

Tom thought perhaps it might start on the spark, as the propeller was slowly swinging from the force of air against it. He tri

hletic field grew larger. Shouts of wonder and fear could be heard, and people c

e more shot down on an incline toward the earth with terri

to Tom. "We're goin

answer "I'm going to try

you goin

et us down easier, but the craft i

fly swung violently around, like a polo pony taking a sudden turn after the ball. Mr. Dam

ing off the craft, which righted itself i

t control, and a smile of relief came on the face of the young inventor. Seeing it Mr. Damon took courage, and his hands, which had

Tom. "I'll take a couple of forw

an upward tilt it was slackened, almost as if brakes had been applied. Once mo

e bicycle wheels. Swiftly it slid over the level ground. A more ideal landing place would have been hard to find. Scores of

sought to reach, and touch the machine, for they had probably never been so

id you c

rying for

gh did

, or come dow

art your moto

volleyed at Tom and Mr. Damon. The young invent

alculate on vol-planing. The motor was stalled, and I had to

the curious ones back away from the Butterfly, or the men, boys and women (for t

lf that only a minor difficulty had caused it to stop, he decided to p

d not be put in one of the grandstands which surrounded the field

hip. I'm building one myself, and I need all

his way to where Tom and Mr. Damon stood. At the

ket-knife! If it

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ment the newco

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see you, when we had a slight accident, and we landed here. But that didn't matter, for we intended to land here anyhow, as I knew it was near your hous

that?" asked Mr. Fenwick of Tom, as he shook

t's not muc

it, and I have hopes that you can help me discover what it is, I know your fa

modestly, "but I'll do all I can for you. I must

. Fenwick hastened to ass

r. Fenwick knew this official, he requested that Tom's machine be protected from damage. It was arranged that it could be stored in a large, empt

ou the Whizzer," said Mr. Fe

" repeated To

at it will, now that you are here to help me. We will take one of these taxicabs, and soon be at my house.

inventor's home. A little later he led them out to a big shed which

up all that ro

n, looking in, saw a large triplane, with a good-sized gas bag hovering over it, and a strange collection of rudders, wings and planes sticking o

ed Mr. Fenwick, with pride in his voice

the electric airship and shrugged his shoulders. It see