"What are you going to do, Tom?" asked Ned.
"Stay right here."
"But if the dam bursts?"
"It may not, but, if it does, we"ll be safe. I have had a look at the water, and there"s no chance for it to rise here, even if the whole dam went out at once, which is not likely. Don"t worry. We"ll be all right."
"Bless my checkbook!" cried Mr. Damon. "But what about those poor people in the valley?"
"They will have time to flee, and save their lives," spoke the young inventor; "but they may lose their homes. They can sue the water company for damages, though. Now don"t do any more worrying, but get to bed, and be ready for the test tomorrow. And the first thing I do I"m going to have a little flight in the Humming Bird to get my nerves in trim. This long rain has gotten me in poor shape. Koku, you must be on the alert tonight. I don"t want anything to happen to my gun at the last minute."
"Me watch!" exclaimed the giant, significantly, as he picked up a heavy club.
"Do you antic.i.p.ate any trouble?" asked Ned, anxiously.
"No, but it"s best to be on the safe side," answered Tom. "Now let"s turn in."
Certainly the next day, bright and sunshiny as it broke, had in it little of impending disaster. The weather was fine after the long-continued rains, and the whole valley seemed peaceful and quiet.
At the far end could be seen the great dam, with water pouring over it in a thin sheet, forming a small stream that trickled down the centre of the valley, and to the town below.
But, through great pipes that led to the drinking system, though they were unseen, thundered immense streams of solid water, reducing by as much as the engineers were able the pressure on the concrete wall.
Tom and Ned, in the Humming Bird, took a flight out to the dam shortly after breakfast, when the steel men were putting a few finishing touches to the gun carriage, ready for the test that was to take place about noon.
"It doesn"t look as though it would burst," observed Ned, as the aircraft hovered over the big artificial lake.
"No," agreed Tom. "But I suppose the engineers want to be on the safe side in case of damage suits. I want to take a look at the place where the other valley comes up to this at right angles."
He steered his powerful little craft in that direction, and circled low over the spot.
"A bursting projectile, about where that big white stone is, would do the trick," murmured Tom.
"What trick?" asked Ned, curiously.
"Oh, I guess I was talking to myself," admitted Tom, with a laugh. "I may not have to do it, Ned."
"Well, you"re talking in riddles today, all right, Tom. When you get ready to put me wise, please do."
"I will. Now we"ll get back, and fire our first long shot. I do hope I make a record."
There was much to be done, in spite of the fact that the foreman of the steel workers a.s.sured Tom that all was in readiness. It was some time that afternoon when word was given for those who wished to retire to an improvised bomb-proof. Word had previously been sent down the valley so that no one, unless he was looking for trouble, need be in the vicinity of the gun, nor near where the shots were to land.
Through powerful gla.s.ses Tom and Ned surveyed the distant mountain that was to be the target. Several great squares of white cloth had been put at different bare spots to make the finding of the range easy.
"I guess we"re ready now," announced the young inventor, a bit nervously. "Bring up the powder, Koku."
"Me bring," exclaimed the giant, calmly, as he went to the bomb-proof where the powerful explosive was kept.
The great projectile was in readiness to be slung into the breech by means of the hoisting apparatus, for it weighed close to two tons. It was carefully inserted under Tom"s supervision. It carried no bursting charge, for Tom"s first shot was merely to establish the extreme range that his cannon would shoot.
"Now the powder," called the young inventor. To avoid accidents Koku handled this himself, the hoisting apparatus being dispensed with. Tom figured out that five hundred pounds of his new, powerful explosive would be about the right amount to use, and this quant.i.ty, divided into several packages to make the handling easier, was quickly inserted in the breech of the gun by Koku.
"Bless my doormat!" cried Mr. Damon, who stood near, looking nervously on. "Don"t drop any of that."
"Me no drop," was the answer.
Tom was busily engaged in figuring on a bit of paper, and Ned, who looked over his shoulder, saw a complicated compilation that looked to be a combination of geometry, algebra, differential calculus and other higher mathematics.
"What are you doing, Tom?" he asked.
"I"m trying to confirm my own theories by means of figures, to see if I can really reach that farthest target."
"What, not the one thirty miles away.
"That"s it, Ned. I want to get a thirty-mile range if I can."
"It isn"t possible, Tom."
"Bless my tape measure! I should say not!" cried Mr. Damon.
"We"ll see," replied Tom, quietly. "Put in the primer, Ned; and, Koku, close the breech and slot it home."
In a few seconds the great gun was ready for firing.
"Now," said Tom, "this thing may be all right, and it may not. The only thing that can cause an accident will be a flaw in the steel. No one can guard against that. So, in order to be on the safe side, we will all go into the bomb-proof, and I will fire the gun from there.
The wires are long enough."
They all agreed that this was good advice, and soon the steel men and Tom"s friends were gathered in a sort of cave that had been hollowed out in the side of the hill, and at an angle from the big gun.
"If it does burst--which I hope it won"t," said Tom, "the pieces will fly in straight lines, so we will be safe enough here. Ned, are you are ready at the instruments?"
"Yes, Tom."
"I want you to note the registered muzzle velocity. Mr. Damon, you will please read the pressure gauge. After I press the b.u.t.ton I"m going to watch the landing of the projectile through the telescope."
The gun had been pointed, as I have said, at the farthest target--one thirty miles away, telescope sights on the giant cannon making this possible.
"All ready!" cried Tom.
"All ready," answered Ned.
There was a tense moment; Tom"s thumb pressed home the electric b.u.t.ton, and then came the explosion.
It seemed for a moment as if everyone was lifted from his feet. They had all stood on their tiptoes, and opened their mouths to lessen the shock, but even then it was terrific. The very ground shook--from the roof of their cave small stones and gravel rattled down on their heads.
Their ear-drums were numbed from the shock. And the noise that filled the valley seemed like a thousand thunderbolts merged into one.
Tom rushed from the bombproof, dropping the electric b.u.t.ton. He caught sight of his gun, resting undisturbed on the improvised carriage.
"Hurray!" he cried in delight. "She stood the charge all right. And look! look!" he cried, as he pointed the gla.s.ses toward the distant hillside. "There goes my projectile as straight as an arrow. There! By Caesar, Ned! It landed within three feet of the target! Oh, you beauty!" he yelled at his giant cannon. "You did all I hoped you would!