Tom Swift and His Electric Rifle or, Daring Adventures on Elephant Island (The Original Tom Swift Adventures, Book 10)
To be the matter." He pulled the rate lever over a couple of extra notches, and elevated the ability of the fuel desktop. nonetheless the Black Hawk didn't upward thrust. "Bless my handkerchief box!" cried Mr. Damon, "what's the matter?" "I do not know," spoke back Tom. "We appear to be held fast." He extra elevated the rate of the propellers, and the gasoline laptop was once set to make vapor at its fullest means, and strength it into the bag. nonetheless the craft was once held to the earth. "Maybe the fuel has no impression during this.
Mr. Durban, after vainly attempting to get his rifle to paintings, solid it apart. "Here! enable me take your gun!" he cried to Mr. Damon, who, panting from the run, was once sitting underneath a tree. "Bless my cartridge belt! Take it and welcome!" assented the eccentric guy. It nonetheless had numerous pictures within the journal, and those the outdated hunter used with sturdy impact. firstly it appeared as though the elephants couldn't be grew to become again. They saved on dashing towards the village, which was once round the corner, and Tom and the.
The missionaries," acknowledged Mr. Anderson. "That's so," remarked Tom. "We mustn't ever put out of your mind the crimson pygmies." The natives have been now dancing approximately, wild in satisfaction on the prospect of limitless consuming, and in addition grateful for what the white males had performed for them. by myself, the blacks might by no means were in a position to cease the stampede. They have been quickly busy slicing up the elephants prepared for an enormous ceremonial dinner, and runners have been despatched to inform neighboring tribes, in adjacent villages, of the delights expecting them. Mr.
Them." And so the airship fastened into the air, our buddies waving farewells to the simple-hearted blacks, who did a kind of farewell war-dance of their honor, shouting their praises aloud, and beating the drums and tom-toms, in order that the echoes for your time after the Black Hawk had began to mount upward towards the sky. The craft was once in first-class form, as a result overhauling Tom had given it whereas making the upkeep. With the propellers beating the air, and the rudder set to carry them.
Arrows and spears. "There!" cried Tom at size. "Now we will see if she works!" once again he pulled the beginning lever, and this time there has been the welcome hiss of the fuel. "Hurrah!" cried Ned. The younger inventor grew to become the computer on at complete energy. In a couple of minutes the Black Hawk trembled via her size. "She's going up! Bless my balloon basket! She's going up!" cried Mr. Damon. The natives should have suspected that anything strange was once occurring, for they made a surprising rush, yelling and.