From then on Tom had pa.s.sed a busy life, making many machines and having some thrilling times with them. Just previous to the opening of this story Tom had made a peculiar instrument, described in the volume ent.i.tled "Tom Swift and His Photo-Telephone." With that a person talking could not only see the features of the person with whom he was conversing, but, by means of a selenium plate and a sort of camera, a permanent picture could be taken of the person at either end of the wire.
By means of this invention Tom had been able to make a picture that had saved a fortune. But Tom did not stop there. With him to invent was as natural and necessary as breathing. He simply could not stop it. And so we find him now about to show to his chum, Ned Newton, his latest patent, an aerial warship, which, however, was not the success Tom had hoped for.
But just at present other matters than the warship were in Tom"s mind.
The red shed was on fire.
That mere statement might not mean anything special to the ordinary person, but to Tom, his father, and those who knew about his shops, it meant much.
"The red shed!" Tom cried. "We mustn"t let that get the best of us!
Everybody at work! Father, not you, though. You mustn"t excite yourself!"
Even in the midst of the alarm Tom thought of his father, for the aged man had a weak heart, and had on one occasion nearly expired, being saved just in time by the arrival of a doctor, whom Tom brought to the scene after a wonderful race through the air.
"But, Tom, I can help," objected the aged inventor.
"Now, you just take care of yourself, Father!" Tom cried. "There are enough of us to look after this fire, I think."
"But, Tom, it--it"s the red shed!" gasped Mr. Swift.
"I realize that, Dad. But it can"t have much of a start yet. Is the alarm ringing, Koku?"
"Yes, Master," replied the giant, in correct but stilted English. "I have set the indicator to signal the alarm in every shop on the premises."
"That"s right." Tom sprang toward the door. "Eradicate!" he called.
"Yais, sah! Heah I is!" answered the colored man. "I"ll go git mah mule, Boomerang, right away, an" he--"
"Don"t you bring Boomerang on the scene!" Tom yelled. "When I want that shed kicked apart I can do it better than by using a mule"s heels. And you know you can"t do a thing with Boomerang when he sees fire."
"Now dat"s so, Ma.s.sa Tom. But I could put blinkers on him, an"--"
"No, you let Boomerang stay where he is. Come on, Ned. We"ll see what we can do. Mr. Damon--"
"Yes, Tom, I"m right here," answered the peculiar man, for he had come over from his home in Waterford to pay a visit to his friends, Tom and Mr. Swift. "I"ll do anything I can to help you, Tom, bless my necktie!"
he went on. "Only say the word!"
"We"ve got to get some of the stuff out of the place!" Tom cried. "We may be able to save it, but I can"t take a chance on putting out the fire and letting some of the things in there go up in smoke. Come on!"
Those in the shed where was housed what Tom hoped would prove to be a successful aerial warship rushed to the open. From the other shops and buildings nearby were pouring men and boys, for the Swift plant employed a number of hands now.
Above the shouts and yells, above the crackle of flames, could be heard the clanging of the alarm bell, set ringing by Koku, who had pulled the signal in the airship shed. From there it had gone to every building in the plant, being relayed by the telephone operator, whose duty it was to look after that.
"My, you"ve got a big enough fire-fighting force, Tom!" cried Ned in his chum"s ear.
"Yes, I guess we can master it, if it hasn"t gotten the best of us.
Say, it"s going some, though!"
Tom pointed to where a shed, painted red--a sign of danger--could be seen partly enveloped in smoke, amid the black clouds of which shot out red tongues of flame.
"What have you got it painted red for?" Ned asked pantingly, as they ran on.
"Because--" Tom began, but the rest of the sentence was lost in a yell.
Tom had caught sight of Eradicate and the giant, Koku, unreeling from a central standpipe a long line of hose.
"Don"t take that!" Tom cried. "Don"t use that hose! Drop it!"
"What"s the matter? Is it rotten?" Ned wanted to know.
"No, but if they pull it out the water will be turned on automatically."
"Well, isn"t that what you want at a fire--water?" Ned demanded.
"Not at this fire," was Tom"s answer. "There"s a lot of calcium carbide in that red shed--that"s why it"s red--to warn the men of danger. You know what happens when water gets on carbide--there"s an explosion, and there"s enough carbide in that shed to send the whole works sky high.
"Drop that hose!" yelled Tom in louder tones. "Drop it, Rad--Koku! Do you want to kill us all!"
CHAPTER III
A DESPERATE BATTLE
Tom"s tones and voice were so insistent that the giant and the colored man had no choice but to obey. They dropped the hose which, half unreeled, lay like some twisted snake in the gra.s.s. Had it been pulled out all the way the water would have spurted from the nozzle, for it was of the automatic variety, with which Tom had equipped all his plant.
"But what are you going to do, Tom, if you don"t use water?" asked Ned, wonderingly.
"I don"t know--yet, but I know water is the worst thing you can put on carbide," returned Tom. For all he spoke Slowly his brain was working fast. Already, even now, he was planning how best to give battle to the flames.
It needed but an instant"s thought on the part of Ned to make him understand that Tom was right. It would be well-nigh fatal to use water on carbide. Those of you who have bicycle lanterns, in which that not very pleasant-smelling chemical is used, know that if a few drops of water are allowed to drip slowly on the gray crystals acetylene gas is generated, which makes a brilliant light. But, if the water drips too fast, the gas is generated too quickly, and an explosion results. In lamps, of course, and in lighting plants where carbide is used, there are automatic arrangements to prevent the water flowing too freely to the chemical. But Tom knew if the hose were turned on the fire in the red shed a great explosion would result, for some of the tins of carbide would be melted by the heat.
Yet the fire needed to be coped with. Already the flames were coming through the roof, and the windows and door were spouting red fire and volumes of smoke.
Several other employees of Tom"s plant had made ready to unreel more hose, but the warning of the young inventor, shouted to Eradicate and Koku, had had its effect. Every man dropped the line he had begun to unreel.
"Ha! Ma.s.sa Tom say drop de hose, but how yo" gwine t" squirt watah on a fire wifout a hose; answer me dat?" and Eradicate looked at Koku.
"Me no know," was the slow answer. "I guess Koku go pull shed down and stamp out fire."
"Huh! Maybe yo" could do dat in cannibal land, where yo" all come from," spoke Eradicate, "but yo" can"t do dat heah! "Sides, de red shed will blow up soon. Dere"s suffin" else in dere except carbide, an"
dat"s gwine t" go up soon, dat"s suah!"
"Maybe you get your strong man-mule, Boomerang," suggested Koku.
"Nothing ever hurt him--explosion or nothing. He can kick shed all to pieces, and put out fire."
"Dat"s what I wanted t" do, but Ma.s.sa Tom say I cain"t," explained the colored man. "Golly! Look at dat fire!"