They were answered a moment later, for the big whale, even though grievously wounded in his fight with the killer, had risen not a hundred feet away from the ship, and was coming toward it with the speed of an express train.
"Bless my blubber!" cried Mr. Damon. "We must have hit the whale, or it hit us under the water and now it"s going to attack us!"
He had no more than gotten the words out of his mouth ere the great creature of the deep came on full tilt at the vessel, struck it a terrific blow which made it tremble from stem to stern, and careen violently.
There was a chorus of frightened cries, sailors rushed to and fro, the engine-room bells rang violently, and the captain and mates shouted hoa.r.s.e orders.
"Here he comes again!" yelled Mr. Durban, as he hurried to the side of the ship. "The whale takes us for an enemy, I guess, and he"s going to ram us again!"
"And if he does it many times, he"ll start the plates and cause a leak that won"t be stopped in a hurry!" cried a sailor as he rushed past Tom.
The young inventor looked at the oncoming monster for a moment, and then started on the run for his cabin.
"Here! Where are you going?" cried Mr. Damon, but Tom did not answer.
CHAPTER X
OFF IN THE AIRSHIP
As Tom Swift hurried down the companionway he again felt the ship careen as the whale struck it a powerful blow, and he was almost knocked off his feet. But he kept on.
Below he found some frightened men and women, a number of whom were adjusting life preservers about them, under the impression that the ship had struck a rock and was going down. They had not been up on deck, and did not know of the battle between the killer and the whale, nor what followed.
"Oh, I know we"re sinking!" cried one timid woman. "What has happened?" she appealed to Tom.
"It will be all right in a little while," he a.s.sured her.
"But what is it? I want to know. Have we had a collision."
"Yes, with a whale," replied Tom, as he grabbed up something from his stateroom, and again rushed up on deck. As he reached it the whale came on once more, and struck the ship another terrific blow.
Then the monster sank and could be seen swimming back, just under the surface of the water, getting ready to renew the attack.
"He"s going to ram us again!" cried Mr. Damon. "Bless my machine oil! Why doesn"t the captain do something?"
At that moment the commander cried from the bridge:
"Send a man below, Mr. Laster, to see if we are making any water.
Then tell half a dozen of the sailors to get out the rifles, and see if they can"t kill the beast. He"ll put us in Davy Jones"s locker if he keeps this up! Lively now, men!"
The first mate, Mr. Laster, called out the order. A sailor went below to see if the ship was leaking much, and the captain rang for full speed ahead. But the Soudalar was slow in getting under way again, and, even at top speed she was no match for the whale, which was again rushing toward the vessel.
"Quick with those rifles!" cried the captain. "Fire a volley into the beast!"
"There"s no need!" suddenly called Mr. Damon, who had caught sight of Tom Swift, and the object which the lad carried.
"No need?" demanded the commander. "Why, has the whale sunk, or made off?"
"No," answered the eccentric man, "the whale is still coming on, but Tom Swift will fix him. Get there, Tom, and let him have a good one!"
"What sort of a gun is that?" demanded the commander as the young inventor took his place at the rail, which was now almost deserted.
Tom did not answer. Bracing himself against the rolling and heaving of the vessel, which was now under about half speed, Tom aimed his electric rifle at the oncoming leviathan. He looked at the automatic gage, noted the distance and waiting a moment until the crest of a wave in front of the whale had subsided, he pressed the b.u.t.ton.
If those watching him expected to hear a loud report, and see a flash of flame, they were disappointed. There was absolutely no sound, but what happened to the whale was most surprising.
The great animal stopped short amid a swirl of foam, and the next instant it seemed to disintegrate. It went all to pieces, just as had the dummy figure which Tom on one occasion fired at with his rifle and as had the big packing-cases. The whale appeared to dissolve, as does a lump of sugar in a cup of hot tea, and, five seconds after Tom Swift had fired his electric gun, there was not a sign of the monster save a little blood on the calm sea.
"What--what happened?" asked the captain in bewilderment. "Is--is that monster gone?"
"Completely gone!" cried Mr. Damon. "Bless my powder horn, Tom, but I knew you could do it!"
"Is that a new kind of whale gun, firing an explosive bullet?"
inquired the commander, as he came down off the bridge and shook hands with Tom. "If it is, I"d like to buy one. We may be rammed again by another whale."
"This is my new, electric rifle," explained the young inventor modestly, "and it fires wireless charges of electricity instead of bullets. I"m sorry I can"t let you have it, as it"s the only one I have. But I guess no more whales will ram us. That one was evidently crazed by the attack of the killer, and doubtless took us for another of its enemies."
Sailors and pa.s.sengers crowded around Tom, eager to shake his hand, and to hear about the gun. Many declared that he had saved the ship.
This was hardly true, for the whale could not have kept up its attacks much longer. Still he might have done serious damage, by causing a leak, and, while the Soudalar was a stanch craft, with many water-tight compartments, still no captain likes to be a week from land with a bad leak, especially if a storm comes up. Then, too, there was the danger of a panic among the pa.s.sengers, had the attacks been kept up, so, though Tom wanted to make light of his feat, the others would not let him.
"You"re ent.i.tled to the thanks of all on board," declared Captain Wendon, "and I"ll see that the owners hear of what you did. Well, I guess we can go on, now. I"ll not stop again to see a fight between a killer and a whale."
The steamer resumed her way at full speed, and the sailor, who had gone below, came up to report that there was only a slight leak, which need not cause any uneasiness.
Little was talked of for the next few days but the killing of the whale, and Tom had to give several exhibitions of his electric rifle, and explain its workings. Then, too, the story of his expedition became known, and also the object of Mr. Anderson"s quest, and Tom"s offer of aid to help rescue the missionaries, so that, altogether, our hero was made much of during the remainder of the voyage.
"Well, if your gun will do that to a whale, what will it do to an elephant?" asked Mr. Durban one morning, when they were within a day"s steaming of their port. "I"m afraid it"s almost too strong, Tom. It will leave nothing--not even the tusks to pick up."
"Oh, I can regulate the power," declared the lad. "I used full force on the whale, just to see what it would do. It was the first time I"d tried it on anything alive. I can so regulate the charge that it will kill even an elephant, and leave scarcely a mark on the beast."
"I"d like to see it done," remarked the old hunter.
"I"ll show you, if we sight any sharks," promised Tom. He was able to keep his word for that afternoon a school of the ugly fish followed the steamer for the sake of the food sc.r.a.ps thrown overboard. Tom took his position in the stern, and gave an exhibition of shooting with his electric gun that satisfied even Mr.
Durban, exacting as he was.
For the lad, by using his heaviest charges, destroyed the largest sharks so that they seemed to instantly disappear in the water, and from that he toned down the current until he could kill some of the monsters so easily and quickly that they seemed to float motionless on the surface, yet there was no life left in them once the electric charge touched them.
"We"ll use the light charges when we"re killing elephants for their tusks," said Tom, "and the heavy ones when we"re in danger from a rush of the beasts."
He little knew how soon he would have to put his plan into effect.
They arrived safely at Majumba, the African coast city, and for two days Tom was kept busy superintending the unloading of the parts of his airship. But it was safely taken ash.o.r.e, and he and his friends hired a disused warehouse in which to work at rea.s.sembling the Black Hawk.
Tom had everything down to a system, and, in less than a week the aircraft was once more ready to be sent aloft. It was given a try-out, much to the astonishment of the natives, and worked perfectly.
Then Tom and his friends busied themselves laying in a stock of provisions and stores for the trip into the interior.