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."We agreed that whenever he got excited I was to say 'pretzels' to him,and that would make him remember.We made up our little scheme after he gotinto an argument with a man on the train and was carried past his station.""That's right," admitted Mr.Nestor, with a laugh."But that fellow was themost obstinate, pigheadedDutchman that ever tackled a plate of pig's knuckles and sauerkraut, and if hehad the least grain of common sense he'd""Pretzels!" cried Mary."Eh? Oh, yes, my dear.I was forgetting again."There was a moment of merriment, and then, after the talk had run for a whilein other and safer channels, Mr.Damon made the announcement:"I think we're about there.We'll be at Tom's place when we make the turn and"He was interrupted by a low, heavy rumbling."What's that?" asked Mr.Nestor."It's getting louderthe noise," remarked Mary."It sounds as if some big bodywere approaching down the road the tramp of many feet.Can it be that troopsare marching away?""Bless my spark plug!" suddenly cried Mn Damon."Look!"They gazed ahead, and there, seen in the glare of the automobile headlights,was an immense, dark body approaching them from across a level field.Therumble and roar became more pronounced and the ground shook as though from anearthquake.A glaring light shone out from the ponderous moving body, and above the roarand rattle a voice called:Tom Swift And His War TankChapter X.A Runaway Giant35Page 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Out out of the way! We've lost control! Look out!""Bless my steering wheel!" gasped Mr.Damon, "that was Tom Swift's voice! Butwhat is he doing in thatthing?""It must be his new invention!" exclaimed Ned."What is it?" asked Mr.Nestor."A giant," ventured Ned."It's a giant machine of some sort and ""And it's running away!" cried Mr.Damon, as he quickly steered his car to onesideand not a moment too soon! An instant later in a cloud of dust, and with arumble and a roar as of a dozen express trains fused into one, the runawaygiantof what nature they could only guessflashed and lumbered by, Tom Swiftleaning from an opening in the thick' steel side, and shouting something tohis friends.Chapter XI.Tom's Tank"What was it?" gasped Mary, and, to her surprise, she found herself close toNed, clutching his arm."I have an idea, but I'd rather let Tom tell you," he answered."But where's it going?" asked Mr.Nestor."What in the world does Tom Swiftmean by inviting us out here to witness a test, and then nearly running usdown under a Juggernaut?""Oh, there must be some mistake, I'm sure," returned his daughter."Tom didn'tintend this.""But, bless my insurance policy, look at that thing go! What in the world isit?" cried Mr.Damon.The "thing" was certainly going.It had careened from the road, tilted itselfdown into a ditch and gone on across the fields, lights shooting from it ineccentric fashion."Maybe we'd better take after it," suggested Mr.Nestor."If Tom is""There, it's stopping !" cried Ned."Come on!"He sprang from the automobile, helped Mary to get out, and then the two,followed by Mr.Damon and Mr.Nestor, made their way across the fields toward the big object where it hadcome to a stop, the rumbling and roaring ceasing.Before the little party reached the strange machinethe "runaway giant," asthey dubbed it in their excitementa bright light flashed from it, a light thatilluminated their path right up to the monster.And in the glare of this lightthey saw Tom Swift stepping out through a steel door in the side of theaffair."Are you all right?" he called to his friends, as they approached."All right, as nearly as we can be when we've been almost scared to death,Tom," said Mr.Nestor."I'm surely sorry for what happened," Tom answered, with a relieved laugh."Part of the steering gear broke and I had to guide it by operating the twomotors alternately.It can be worked that way, but it takes a little practiceto become expert."Tom Swift And His War TankChapter XI.Tom's Tank36"I should say so!" cried Mr.Damon."But what in the world does it all mean,Tom Swift? You invite us out to see something""And there she is!" interrupted the young inventor."You saw her a littlebefore I meant you to, and not under exactly the circumstances I had planned.But there she is!" And he turned as though introducing the metallic monster tohis friends."What is she, Tom?" asked Ned."Name it!""My latest invention, or rather the invention of my father and myself,"answered Tom, and his voice showed the love and reverence he felt for hisparent."Perhaps I should say adaptation instead of invention," Tom went on,Page 32 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"since that is what it is.But, at any rate, it's my latestdad's and mineandit's the newest, biggest, most improved and powerful fighting tank that's beenturned out of any shop, as far as I can learn."LadiesI mean lady and gentlemenallow me to present to you War Tank A, and mayshe rumble till the pride of the Boche is brought low and humble!" cried Tom."Hurray! That's what I say!" cheered Ned."That's what I have been at work on lately.I'll give you a little history ofit, and then you may come inside and have a ride home.""In that?" cried Mr.Damon."Yes.I can't promise to move as speedily as your car, but I can make bettertime than the British tanks.They go about six miles an hour, I understand,and I've got mine geared to ten.That's one improvement dad and Ihave made.""Ride in that!" cried Mr.Nestor."Tom, I like you, and I'm glad to see I'vebeen mistaken about you.You have been doing your bit, after all; but""Oh, I've only begun!" laughed Tom Swift."Well, no matter about that.However much I like you," went on Mr.Nestor,"I'd as soon ride on the wings of a thunderbolt as in Tank A, Tom Swift.""Oh, it isn't as bad as that!" laughed the young scientist."But neither is ita limousine.However, come inside, anyhow, and I'll tell you something aboutit.Then I guess we can guide it back.The men are repairing the break."The visitors entered the great craft through the door by which Tom hademerged.At first all they saw was a small compartment, with walls of heavysteel, some shelves of the same and a seat which folded up against the wallmade of like powerful material."This is supposed to be the captain's room, where he stays when he directsmatters." Tom explained."The machinery is below and beyond here.""How'd you come to evolve this?" asked Ned."I haven't seen half enough of theoutside, to say nothing of the inside."Tom Swift And His War TankChapter XI [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."We agreed that whenever he got excited I was to say 'pretzels' to him,and that would make him remember.We made up our little scheme after he gotinto an argument with a man on the train and was carried past his station.""That's right," admitted Mr.Nestor, with a laugh."But that fellow was themost obstinate, pigheadedDutchman that ever tackled a plate of pig's knuckles and sauerkraut, and if hehad the least grain of common sense he'd""Pretzels!" cried Mary."Eh? Oh, yes, my dear.I was forgetting again."There was a moment of merriment, and then, after the talk had run for a whilein other and safer channels, Mr.Damon made the announcement:"I think we're about there.We'll be at Tom's place when we make the turn and"He was interrupted by a low, heavy rumbling."What's that?" asked Mr.Nestor."It's getting louderthe noise," remarked Mary."It sounds as if some big bodywere approaching down the road the tramp of many feet.Can it be that troopsare marching away?""Bless my spark plug!" suddenly cried Mn Damon."Look!"They gazed ahead, and there, seen in the glare of the automobile headlights,was an immense, dark body approaching them from across a level field.Therumble and roar became more pronounced and the ground shook as though from anearthquake.A glaring light shone out from the ponderous moving body, and above the roarand rattle a voice called:Tom Swift And His War TankChapter X.A Runaway Giant35Page 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Out out of the way! We've lost control! Look out!""Bless my steering wheel!" gasped Mr.Damon, "that was Tom Swift's voice! Butwhat is he doing in thatthing?""It must be his new invention!" exclaimed Ned."What is it?" asked Mr.Nestor."A giant," ventured Ned."It's a giant machine of some sort and ""And it's running away!" cried Mr.Damon, as he quickly steered his car to onesideand not a moment too soon! An instant later in a cloud of dust, and with arumble and a roar as of a dozen express trains fused into one, the runawaygiantof what nature they could only guessflashed and lumbered by, Tom Swiftleaning from an opening in the thick' steel side, and shouting something tohis friends.Chapter XI.Tom's Tank"What was it?" gasped Mary, and, to her surprise, she found herself close toNed, clutching his arm."I have an idea, but I'd rather let Tom tell you," he answered."But where's it going?" asked Mr.Nestor."What in the world does Tom Swiftmean by inviting us out here to witness a test, and then nearly running usdown under a Juggernaut?""Oh, there must be some mistake, I'm sure," returned his daughter."Tom didn'tintend this.""But, bless my insurance policy, look at that thing go! What in the world isit?" cried Mr.Damon.The "thing" was certainly going.It had careened from the road, tilted itselfdown into a ditch and gone on across the fields, lights shooting from it ineccentric fashion."Maybe we'd better take after it," suggested Mr.Nestor."If Tom is""There, it's stopping !" cried Ned."Come on!"He sprang from the automobile, helped Mary to get out, and then the two,followed by Mr.Damon and Mr.Nestor, made their way across the fields toward the big object where it hadcome to a stop, the rumbling and roaring ceasing.Before the little party reached the strange machinethe "runaway giant," asthey dubbed it in their excitementa bright light flashed from it, a light thatilluminated their path right up to the monster.And in the glare of this lightthey saw Tom Swift stepping out through a steel door in the side of theaffair."Are you all right?" he called to his friends, as they approached."All right, as nearly as we can be when we've been almost scared to death,Tom," said Mr.Nestor."I'm surely sorry for what happened," Tom answered, with a relieved laugh."Part of the steering gear broke and I had to guide it by operating the twomotors alternately.It can be worked that way, but it takes a little practiceto become expert."Tom Swift And His War TankChapter XI.Tom's Tank36"I should say so!" cried Mr.Damon."But what in the world does it all mean,Tom Swift? You invite us out to see something""And there she is!" interrupted the young inventor."You saw her a littlebefore I meant you to, and not under exactly the circumstances I had planned.But there she is!" And he turned as though introducing the metallic monster tohis friends."What is she, Tom?" asked Ned."Name it!""My latest invention, or rather the invention of my father and myself,"answered Tom, and his voice showed the love and reverence he felt for hisparent."Perhaps I should say adaptation instead of invention," Tom went on,Page 32 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"since that is what it is.But, at any rate, it's my latestdad's and mineandit's the newest, biggest, most improved and powerful fighting tank that's beenturned out of any shop, as far as I can learn."LadiesI mean lady and gentlemenallow me to present to you War Tank A, and mayshe rumble till the pride of the Boche is brought low and humble!" cried Tom."Hurray! That's what I say!" cheered Ned."That's what I have been at work on lately.I'll give you a little history ofit, and then you may come inside and have a ride home.""In that?" cried Mr.Damon."Yes.I can't promise to move as speedily as your car, but I can make bettertime than the British tanks.They go about six miles an hour, I understand,and I've got mine geared to ten.That's one improvement dad and Ihave made.""Ride in that!" cried Mr.Nestor."Tom, I like you, and I'm glad to see I'vebeen mistaken about you.You have been doing your bit, after all; but""Oh, I've only begun!" laughed Tom Swift."Well, no matter about that.However much I like you," went on Mr.Nestor,"I'd as soon ride on the wings of a thunderbolt as in Tank A, Tom Swift.""Oh, it isn't as bad as that!" laughed the young scientist."But neither is ita limousine.However, come inside, anyhow, and I'll tell you something aboutit.Then I guess we can guide it back.The men are repairing the break."The visitors entered the great craft through the door by which Tom hademerged.At first all they saw was a small compartment, with walls of heavysteel, some shelves of the same and a seat which folded up against the wallmade of like powerful material."This is supposed to be the captain's room, where he stays when he directsmatters." Tom explained."The machinery is below and beyond here.""How'd you come to evolve this?" asked Ned."I haven't seen half enough of theoutside, to say nothing of the inside."Tom Swift And His War TankChapter XI [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]