The brothers conferred for a moment and then, seeming to arrive at a decision, Koku, who was slightly the larger, took the bomb, looked curiously at it, and walked with it toward the empty hut, the electric wire being reeled out behind him by Tom.
The bomb was left inside the frail structure, the two brothers hurried away, and, standing at a safe distance from the hut of the captives, as well as the one that Tom had promised to destroy by lightning, they waved their hands to show that they were ready.
"Bless my admission ticket!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "You"ve got quite an audience, Tom."
And so he had, for there was a crowd in the market square, another throng about the king"s palace, while all about, hidden behind trees or huts, was nearly the whole population of the giant town.
"That"s what I want," said the young inventor. "It will be all the more impressive."
"And there"s the king himself!" exclaimed Ned. "He"s standing in the door of his royal hut."
"Better yet!" cried Tom. "Are those wires all connected, Ned?"
"Yes," answered his chum, after a quick inspection.
"Then here she goes!" cried Tom, as he pressed the b.u.t.ton.
Instantly the hut, in which the bomb had been placed, arose in the air. The roof was lifted off, the sides spread out and there was a great flash of fire and a puff of smoke.
Then as the smoke cleared away Ned cried out:
"Look, Tom! Look! You"ve blown a hole in the hut next to the one you destroyed!"
"Yes, and bless my check book!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, "some one is running out of it. A white man, Tom! A white man!"
"It"s Poddington! Poor Jake Poddington. We"ve found him at last!
This way, Mr. Poddington! This way! Mr. Preston sent us to rescue you!" cried Tom.
CHAPTER XXI
A ROYAL CONSPIRACY
Howls of terror, cries of anger, and a rushing to and fro on the part of the giants, followed the latest trick of Tom Swift to impress them with his power. But to all this the young inventor and his friends paid no attention. Their eyes were fixed on the ragged figure of the white man who was rushing toward their hut as fast as his legs, manacled as they were, would let him.
"Come on! Come on!" cried Tom.
"Look out!" yelled Ned. "Some of the giants are after him, Tom!"
Several of the big men, after their first fright, had recovered sufficiently to pursue the captive so strangely released by the explosion.
"Hand me an electric rifle, Ned!" cried Tom,
"Bless my shoe laces!" cried Mr. Damon. "You"re not going to kill any of the giants; are you, Tom?"
"Well, I"m not going to let them capture Jake Poddington again," was the quick answer, "but I guess if I stun a few of them with the electric bullets that will answer."
Poddington (for later the white captive did prove to be the missing circus man) ran on, and close behind him came two of the giants, taking long strides. Tom aimed his electric rifle at the foremost and pulled the trigger. There was no sound, but the big man crumpled up and fell, rolling over and over. With a yell of rage his companion pressed on, but a moment later, he, too, went down, and then the others, who had started in pursuit of their recent captive, turned back.
"I thought that would fix "em," murmured Tom gleefully.
In another five seconds Poddington was inside the hut, gasping from his run. He was very thin and pale, and the sudden exertion had been too much for him.
"Water--water!" he gasped, and Mr. Damon gave him some. He sank on one of the skin-covered benches, and his half-exhausted breath slowly came back to him.
"Boys," he gasped. "I don"t know who you are, but thank heaven you came just in time. I couldn"t have stood it much longer. I heard you yell something about Preston. Is it possible he sent you to find me?"
"Partly that and partly to get a giant," explained Tom. "We didn"t know you were in that hut, or we"d never have blown up the one next to it, though we suspected you might be held captive somewhere around here, from the queer way the giants acted when we asked about you."
"And so you blew up that hut?" remarked the circus agent. "I thought it was struck by lightning. But it did me a good turn. I was chained to the wall of the hut next door, and your explosion split the beam to which my chains were fastened. I didn"t lose any time running out, I can tell you. Oh, but it"s good to be free once more and to see someone my own size!"
"How did you get here, and why did they keep you a prisoner?" asked Tom. Then Poddington told his story, while Ned and Mr. Damon aided Tom in filing off the rude iron shackles from his wrists and ankles.
As Mr. Preston had heard, Jake Poddington had started for giant land. But he lost his way, his escort of natives deserted him, just as Tom"s did, and he wandered on in the jungle, nearly dying. Then, merely by accident, he came upon giant land, but he had the misfortune to incur the anger of the big men who took him for an enemy. They at once made him a prisoner, and had kept him so ever since, though they did not harm him otherwise, and gave him good food.
"I think they were a bit afraid of me in spite of my small size,"
explained the circus man. "I never thought to be rescued, for, though I figured that Mr. Preston might hear of my plight, he could never find this place. How did you get here?"
Then Tom told his story, and of how they themselves were held captives because of the treachery of Hank Delby.
"That"s just like him!" cried Poddington. "He was always mean, and always trying to get the advantage of his rivals. But I"m glad I"m with you. With what stuff you have here it oughtn"t to be difficult to get away from giant land."
"But I want a giant," insisted Tom. "I told Mr. Preston I"d bring him back one, and I"m going to do it."
"You can"t!" cried the circus man. "They won"t come with you, and it"s almost impossible to make a prisoner of one. You"d better escape. I want to get away from giant land. I"ve had enough."
"We"ll get away," said Tom confidently, "and we"ll have a giant or two when we go."
"You"ll have some before you go I guess!" suddenly interrupted Ned.
"There"s a whole crowd of "em headed this way, and they"ve got clubs, bows and arrows and those blow guns! I guess they"re going to besiege us."
"All right!" cried Tom. "If they want to fight we can give "em as good as they send. Ned, you and Mr. Damon and I will handle the electric rifles. Eradicate, use your shotgun, and fire high. We don"t want to hurt any of the big men. We"ll merely stun them with the electric bullets, but the noise of Rad"s gun will help some."
"What can I do?" asked Mr. Poddington.
"You"re too weak to do much," replied Tom. "You just keep on the lookout, and tell us if they try any surprises. I guess we can handle "em all right."
With shouts and yells the big men came on. Evidently their indifference toward their captives had turned to anger because of the freeing of Poddington, and now they were determined to use harsh measures. They advanced with wild yells, brandishing their clubs and other weapons, while the weird sound of the tom-toms and natives drums added to the din.
When a short distance from the hut the giants stopped, and began firing arrows and darts from the blow guns.
"Look out for those!" warned Tom. "They probably are poisoned, and a scratch may mean death. Give "em a few shots now, Ned and Mr. Damon!
Rad, give "em a salute, but fire high!"
"Dat"s what I will, Ma.s.sa Tom!"