"By Jove!" muttered Tom. "There"s been some trick played here!" and he set off on a run toward the bomb-proof.
"What"s the matter?" cried Ned, as he noticed the agitation of his chum.
"The powder has been doped!" yelled Tom. "Something has been put in it to make it nonexplosive. It"s no good. It wouldn"t send that sh.e.l.l a thousand yards, and it"s got to go five miles to do any good. My plan won"t work."
"Doped the powder?" gasped Ned. "Who could have done it?"
"I don"t know. There must have been some spy at work. Quick, run and ask the foreman if any of his men are missing. I"ll see if there"s enough of the good powder left to break down the barrier!"
Ned was away like a shot, while the others, not knowing what to make of the strange conduct of the two lads, looked on in wonder. Tom raced toward the cave where the powder was stored, Koku following him.
"Bless my shoe laces!" cried Mr. Damon. "Look at the dam now!"
They gazed to where he pointed. In several places the concrete spillway had crumbled down to a ragged edge, showing that the solid wall was giving way. The amount of water flowing over the dam was greater now.
The creek was steadily rising. Down the valley the horseman with the red flag was but a speck in the distance.
"What can I do? What can I do?" murmured Tom. "If all the powder there is left has been doped, I can"t save the town! What can I do? What can I do?"
Ned had reached the foreman, who, with his helpers, was standing about the big gun.
"Have any of your men left recently?" yelled Ned.
"Any of my men left? What do you mean?
"Schlichter went yesterday," said the timekeeper. "I thought he was in quite a hurry to get his money, too."
"Schlichter gone!" exclaimed the foreman. "He was no good anyhow. I think he was a sort of Anarchist; always against the government, the way he talked. So he has left; eh? But what"s the matter, Ned?"
"Something wrong with the powder. Tom can"t shoot the cannon and turn aside the water to save the town. Some of his enemies have been at work. Schlichter leaving at this time, and in such hurry, makes it look suspicious."
"It sure does! And, now I recall it, I saw him yesterday near your powder magazine. I called him down for it, for I knew Tom Swift had given orders that only his own party was to go near it. So the powder is doped; eh?"
"Yes! It"s all off now."
He turned to see Tom approaching on the run.
"Any good powder left?" asked Ned.
"Not a pound. Did you hear anything?"
"Yes, one man has disappeared. Oh, Tom, we"ve got to fail after all! We can"t save the town!"
"Yes, we can, Ned. If that dam will only hold for half an hour more."
"What do you mean
"I mean that I have another supply of good powder in the village. I secreted some there, you remember I told you. If I can go get that, and get back here in time, I can break down the barrier with one shot, and save Preston."
"But you never can make the trip there and back in time, with the powder, Tom. It"s impossible. The dam may hold half an hour, or it may not. But, if it does, you can"t do anything!"
"I can"t? Well, I"m going to make a big try, Ned. You stay on the job here. Have everything ready so that when I get back with the new explosive, which I hope hasn"t been tampered with, I can shove it into the breech, and set it off. Have the wires, primers and b.u.t.ton all ready for me."
Then Tom set off on the run.
"Where are you going?" gasped his chum. "You can never run to Preston and back in time."
"I don"t intend to. I"m going in my airship. Koku, never mind bringing the rest of the powder from the cave. It"s no good. Run out the Humming Bird. I"m going to drive her to the limit. I"ve just got to get that powder here on time!"
"Bless my timetable!" gasped Mr. Damon. "That"s the only way it can be done. Lucky Tom brought the airship along!"
The young inventor, pausing only to get some cans for the explosive, and some straps with which to fasten them in the monoplane, leaped into the speedy craft.
The motor was adjusted; Koku whirled the propeller blades. There was a staccato succession of explosions, a rushing, roaring sound, and then the craft rose like a bird, and Tom circled about, making a straight course for the distant town, while below him the creek rose higher and higher as the dam continued to crumble away.
CHAPTER XIX
BLOWING DOWN THE BARRIER
"Can you see anything of him, Ned?"
"Not a thing, Mr. Damon. Wait--hold on--no! It"s only a bird," and the lad lowered the gla.s.ses with which he had been sweeping the sky.
looking for his chum returning in his airship with the powder.
"He"d better hurry," murmured the foreman. "That dam can"t last much longer. The water is rising fast. When it does go out it will go with a rush. Then good-bye to the village of Preston."
"Bless my insurance policy!" cried Mr. Damon. "Don"t say such things, my friend."
"But they"re true!" insisted the man. "You can see for yourself that the cracks in the dam are getting larger. It will be a big flood when it does come. And I"m not altogether sure that we"re safe up here," he added, as he looked down the sides of the hill to where the creek was now rapidly becoming a raging torrent.
"Bless my hat-band!" gasped Mr. Damon. "You--you are getting on my nerves!"
"I don"t want to be a calamity howler," went on the foreman; "but we"ve got to face this thing. We"d better get ready to vamoose if Tom Swift doesn"t reach here in time to fire that shot--and he doesn"t seem to be in sight."
Once more Ned swept the sky with his gla.s.ses. The roar of the water below them could be plainly heard now.
"I wish I could get hold of that rascally German," muttered the foreman. "I"d give him more than a piece of my mind. It will be his fault if the town is destroyed, for Tom"s plan would have saved it. I wonder who he can be, anyhow?"
"Some spy," declared Ned. "We"ve been having trouble right along, you know, and this is part of the game. I have some suspicions, but Tom doesn"t agree with me. Certainly the fellow, whatever his object, has made trouble enough this time."
"I should say so," agreed the foreman.
"Look, Ned!" cried Mr. Damon. "Is that a bird; or is it Tom?" and he pointed to a speck in the sky. Ned quickly focused his gla.s.ses on it.
"It"s Tom!" he cried a second later. "It"s Tom in the Humming Bird!"