Victor Appleton - The Tom Swift Omnibus #2

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There was a rushing, whizzing, throbbing noise in the air. A great body, like that of some immense bird, sailed along, casting a grotesque shadow on the ground below. An elderly man, who Was seated on the porch of a large house, started to his feet in alarm.

Gracious goodness! What was that, Mrs. Baggert? he called to a motherly-looking woman who stood in the doorway. What happened?

Nothing much, Mr. Swift, was the calm reply I think that was Tom and Mr. Sharp in their airship, thats all. I didnt see it, but the noise sounded like that of the Red Cloud.

Of course! To be sure! exclaimed Mr. Barton Swift, the well-known inventor, as he started down the path in order to get a good view of the air, unobstructed by the trees. Yes, there they are, he added. Thats the airship, but I didnt expect them back so soon. They must have made good time from Shopton. I wonder if anything can be the matter that they hurried so?

He gazed aloft toward where a queerly-shaped machine was circling about nearly five hundred feet in the air, for the craft, after Swooping down close to the house, had ascended and was now hovering just above the line of breakers that marked the New Jersey seacoast, where Mr. Swift had taken up a temporary residence.

Dont begin worrying, Mr. Swift, advised Mrs. Baggert, the housekeeper. Youve got too much to do, if you get that new boat done, to worry.

Thats so. I must not worry. But I wish Tom and Mr. Sharp would land, for I want to talk to them.

As if the occupants of the airship had heard the words of the aged inventor, they headed their craft toward earth. The combined aeroplane and dirigible balloon, a most wonderful traveler of the air, swung around, and then, with the deflection rudders slanted downward, came on with a rush. When near the landing place, just at the side of the house, the motor was stopped, and the gas, with a hissing noise, rushed into the red aluminum container. This immediately made the ship more buoyant and it landed almost as gently as a feather.

No sooner had the wheels which formed the lower part of the craft touched the ground than there leaped from the cabin of the Red Cloud a young man.

Well, dad! he exclaimed. Here we are again, safe and sound. Made a record, too. Touched ninety miles an hour at times--didnt we, Mr. Sharp?

Thats what, agreed a tall, thin, dark-complexioned man, who followed Tom Swift more leisurely in his exit from the cabin. Mr. Sharp, a veteran aeronaut, stopped to fasten guy ropes from the airship to strong stakes driven into the ground.

And wed have done better, only we struck a hard wind against us about two miles up in the air, which delayed us, went on Tom. Did you hear us coming, dad?

Yes, and it startled him, put in Mrs. Baggert. I guess he wasnt expecting you.

Oh, well, I shouldnt have been so alarmed, only I was thinking deeply about a certain change I am going to make in the submarine, Tom. I was day-dreaming, I think, when your ship whizzed through the air. But tell me, did you find everything all right at Shopton? No signs of any of those scoundrels of the Happy Harry gang having been around? and Mr. Swift looked anxiously at his son.

Not a sign, dad, replied Tom quickly. Everything was all right. We brought the things you wanted. Theyre in the airship. Oh, but it was a fine trip. Id like to take another right out to sea.

Not now, Tom, said his father. I want you to help me. And I need Mr. Sharps help, too. Get the things out of the car, and well go to the shop.

First I think wed better put the airship away, advised Mr. Sharp. I dont just like the looks of the weather, and, besides, if we leave the ship exposed well be sure to have a crowd around sooner or later, and we dont want that.

No, indeed, remarked the aged inventor hastily. I dont want people prying around the submarine shed. By all means put the airship away, and then come into the shop.

In spite of its great size the aeroplane was easily wheeled along by Tom and Mr. Sharp, for the gas in the container made it so buoyant that it barely touched the earth. A little more of the powerful vapor and the Red Cloud would have risen by itself. In a few minutes the wonderful craft, of which my readers have been told in detail in a previous volume, was safely housed in a large tent, which was securely fastened.

Mr. Sharp and Tom, carrying some bundles which they had taken from the car, or cabin, of the craft, went toward a large shed, which adjoined the house that Mr. Swift had hired for the season at the seashore. They found the lads father standing before a great shape, which loomed up dimly in the semi-darkness of the building. It was like an immense cylinder, pointed at either end, and here and there were openings, covered with thick glass, like immense, bulging eyes. From the number of tools and machinery all about the place, and from the appearance of the great cylinder itself, it was easy to see that it was only partly completed.

Well, how goes it, dad? asked the youth, as he deposited his bundle on a bench. Do you think you can make it work?

I think so, Tom. The positive and negative plates are giving me considerable trouble, though. But I guess we can solve the problem. Did you bring me the galvanometer?

Yes, and all the other things, and the young inventor proceeded to take the articles from the bundles he carried.

Mr. Swift looked them over carefully, while Tom walked about examining the submarine, for such was the queer craft that was contained in the shed. He noted that some progress had been made on it since he had left the seacoast several days before to make a trip to Shopton, in New York State, where the Swift home was located, after some tools and apparatus that his father wanted to obtain from his workshop there.

You and Mr. Jackson have put on several new plates, observed the lad after a pause.

Yes, admitted his father. Garret and I werent idle, were we, Garret? and he nodded to the aged engineer, who had been in his employ for many years.

No; and I guess well soon have her in the water, Tom, now that you and Mr. Sharp are here to help us, replied Garret Jackson.

We ought to have Mr. Damon here to bless the submarine and his liver and collar buttons a few times, put in Mr. Sharp, who brought in another bundle. He referred to an eccentric individual Who had recently made an airship voyage with himself and Tom, Mr. Damons peculiarity being to use continually such expressions as: Bless my soul! Bless my liver!

Well, Ill be glad when we can make a trial trip, went on Tom. Ive traveled pretty fast on land with my motor- cycle, and we certainly have hummed through the air. Now I want to see how it feels to scoot along under water.

Well, if everything goes well well be in position to make a trial trip inside of a month, remarked the aged inventor. look here, Mr. Sharp, I made a change in the steering gear, which Id like you and Tom to consider.

The three walked around to the rear of the odd-looking structure, if an object shaped like a cigar can be said to have a front and rear, and the inventor, his son, and the aeronaut were soon deep in a discussion of the technicalities connected with under-water navigation.