Tom Swift in the Caves of Ice, or, the Wreck of the Airship

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by Victor Appleton


  CHAPTER VI

  ANDY'S AIRSHIP FLIES

  "Hello, Tom, have you heard the news?" asked Ned Newton, of theyoung inventor, a few days later.

  "What news, Ned? I declare I've been so busy thinking out the bestplan to ship the RED CLOUD to Seattle that I haven't been over totown. What's going on? Have they decided to build a new church inShopton, or something like that?"

  "Oh, this about Andy Foger's airship."

  "Andy's airship, eh? Is he still working on it?"

  "It's all done, so Sam Snedecker was telling me last night, andto-day Andy is going to try to fly it."

  "You don't mean it!"

  "Sure thing. Let's go over and watch him."

  "He might make a fuss, same as he did when we looked in the windowof his shed."

  "He can't make any fuss now. He's got to take his machine out to flyit, and anybody that wants to can look on. Didn't he watch you makeflights often enough?"

  "That's so. Where is the trial flight going to take place?"

  "In the big meadow. Come on over."

  "Guess I will. I can't do much more now. I've been getting someboxes and crates made in which to pack the RED CLOUD. I'll have totake her all apart."

  "Then you're really going to hunt for the valley of gold?"

  "Sure thing. How about you going, Ned? I spoke to dad about it, andhe said he'd see that you could have a leave of absence."

  "Yes, that part's all right. The bank president told me today Icould take a vacation any time I wanted it. In fact that's what Icame over to see you about. I want to thank your father."

  "Then you're going?"

  "I sure am, Tom! Won't it be great! I hope I can get a little goldfor myself! My folks didn't take very much to the notion of me goingoff in an airship, but I told them how often you'd gone on trips,and come safely back, so they finally gave their consent. When areyou going to start?"

  "Oh, in about two weeks. Did I tell you about Andy and the map?"

  "No. What trick has he been up to now?"

  Thereupon Tom related his suspicions concerning the bully, and alsohinted to Ned of a certain ruse he intended to work on Andy when hegot the chance.

  "Well, if you're ready, suppose we go over and see if Andy's airshipwill really fly," suggested Ned, after a while. "I'm doubtfulmyself, and I'd just like to see him come to grief, after the manymean things he's done to you."

  "Well," spoke Tom slowly, "I don't know as I wish him any bad luck,but I certainly hope he doesn't use his airship to try to beat usout in the hunt for the valley of gold."

  "Do you think he might?"

  "It's possible. But never mind about that now. Come on, we'll goover to the big meadow."

  The two chums walked along together, talking of many things. Tomtold of some communication he had had with Mr. Damon, in whichletters the eccentric man had inquired as to when the trip forAlaska would be undertaken.

  "Then he's going?" asked Ned.

  "Oh, yes, it wouldn't seem natural to go without some of Mr. Damon'sblessings. But I think he's going to bring a friend with him."

  "Who?"

  "Mr. Ralph Parker."

  "That gloomy scientist, who is always predicting such terriblethings going to happen?"

  "That's the gentleman. You met him once, I believe. Mr. Damon saysMr. Parker wants to do some scientific studying in the far north, soI've already counted on him as one of our party. Well, perhaps hewon't do so much predicting this trip."

  A little later Tom and Ned came to a big open field. They saw quitea crowd gathered in it, but no sign of an airship.

  "Guess Andy hasn't arrived," spoke Tom.

  "No; very likely he's found out that something is wrong with hismachine, and he isn't going to risk it."

  But almost as Ned spoke, there sounded cries of excitement from thecrowd, and, a little later, something big and white, with manywing-shaped stretches of canvas sticking out from all sides, was seenturning into the big meadow from the broad highway that led toAndy's house.

  "There she is!" cried Ned.

  "There's something, at any rate," conceded Tom, as he hastened hissteps. "It's a queer-looking aeroplane, though. My! he's got enoughwings to it!"

  "Yes, it's Andy's sure enough," went on Ned "There he is in front,giving orders like a major-general, and Sam and Pete are helpinghim. Let's get closer."

  They followed the crowd, which was thronging about the airship thatAndy Foger had made, Tom had a glimpse of the machine. It was a formof triplane, with three tiers of main wings, and several other setsof planes, some stationary and some capable of being moved. Therewas no gas-bag feature, but amidships was a small, enclosed cabin,which evidently held the machinery, and was designed to affordliving quarters. In some respects the airship was not unlike Tom's,and the young inventor could see that Andy had copied some of hisideas. But Tom cared little about this.

  "Do you think it will go up?" asked Ned.

  "It looks to me to be too heavy, and his propellers seem too small,"answered Tom. "He's got to have a very powerful motor to make allthat bulk fly."

  The people were crowding in closer around the airship, for the newsthat Andy was to attempt a flight had spread about town.

  "Now keep back--all of you!" ordered the bully, with a show ofanger. "If any one damages my airship I'll have him arrested! Keepback, now, or I won't fly!"

  "Reminds me of a little kid saying he won't play if he can't havehis own way," whispered Ned to Tom.

  "Hello, Andy, give us a ride!"

  "Going above the clouds?"

  "When are you coming back?"

  "Bring down a snowstorm!"

  "Be careful that you don't fall!"

  These were some of the things shouted at Andy, for he had fewfriends among the town lads, on account of his mean ways.

  "Keep quiet--all of you!" he ordered. "Get back. You might get hurtwhen I start the motor. I'm going to make a flight soon," he addedproudly. "Sam, you come over here and hold this end. Pete, you goback to the rear. Simpson, you get inside and help me with themotor. Henderson, you get ready to shove when I tell you."

  These last orders were to the two machinists whom Andy had engagedto help him, and the bully gave himself no end of airs andimportance as he bustled about.

  Tom could not help but admit that Andy's machine was a big affair.There was a great stretch of wings and planes, several rudders otherappliances for which the young inventor could not exactly fathom ause. He did not think the machine would fly far, if at all. But Andywas hurrying here and there, getting the triplane in place on alevel stretch of ground, as if he intended to capture some greatprize.

  "Are you going to tackle him about stealing a copy of that map?"asked Ned.

  "I will if I get a chance," answered Tom, in a low voice.

  He got his opportunity a few minutes later. Andy, hurrying here andthere, came face to face with the young inventor.

  "Hello, Andy," spoke Tom, good-naturedly. "So you're going to make aflight, eh?"

  "Yes, I am, and I s'pose you came around to see if you could get anyideas; didn't you?" sneered Andy.

  "Of course," admitted Tom, with an easy laugh. "My airship doesn'tfly, you know, Andy, and I want to see what's wrong with it."

  There was a laugh in the crowd, at this, for Tom's success was wellknown.

  "Are you going to Alaska?" suddenly asked Tom, in a low voice, ofthe bully.

  "To Alaska? I--I don't--I don't know what you mean?" stammered Andy,as he turned aside.

  "Yes, you do know what I mean," insisted Tom. "And I want to tellyou that the map you have won't be of much use to you. Why, do youthink," he went on, "that Abe would carry the real map around withhim that way? It's easy to make a copy look like an original, Andy,and also very easy to put false distances and directions on a mapthat may fall into the hands of an enemy."

  The shot told. Andy's face turned first red and then pale.

  "A--a false map!" he stammered. "Wrong directions?"

  "Yes--on
the copy you made of the map you took from Mr.Abercrombie," went on Tom.

  "I--I didn't make any--Oh, I'm not going to talk to you!" blusteredAndy. "Get out of my way! I'm going to fly my airship."

  The bully pushed past Tom, and started toward the triplane. But Tomhad found out what he wanted to know. Andy had made a copy of themap. From now on there would be every danger that the bully wouldmake an effort to get to the valley of gold.

  But other matters held Andy's attention now. He wanted to try hisairship. With the help of his two cronies, and the machinists, themachine was gone over, oiled up, and finally, after several falsestarts, the motor was set going.

  It made a terrific racket, and the whole machine vibrated as thoughit would shake apart.

  "He hasn't got it well enough braced," said Tom to Ned.

  "Out of the way, now, everybody!" yelled Andy. "Keep away or you'llget hurt! I'm going up!"

  He climbed into the cabin of the craft, and took his position at thesteering-wheel. The speed of the motor, its racket and its stream ofsparks increased.

  "Let go!" cried Andy to those who were holding his craft.

  They released their hold. The triplane moved slowly across theground, gathered speed, and, then, under the impulse of the powerfulpropellers, ran rapidly over the meadow.

  "Hurrah! There he goes!" cried Sam.

  "Yes! Now he's going to fly," proudly added Pete Bailey, the othercrony of the bully.

  "He'd better fly soon, then, or he'll be in the ditch," said Tomgrimly, for a little, sluggish stream crossed the meadow not farfrom where Andy had started.

  The next instant, thinking he had momentum enough, Andy tilted hiselevation plane. The clumsy triplane rose into the air and shotforward.

  "There he goes!" cried Sam.

  "Hurrah!" yelled the crowd.

  Andy had gone up about ten feet, and was making slow progress.

  "I guess Tom Swift isn't the only one in Shopton who can build anairship!" sneered Pete Bailey.

  "Look! Look!" yelled Ned. "He's coming down!"

  Sure enough, Andy's machine had reached the end of her flight. Themotor stopped with something between a cough and a wheeze. Downfluttered the aeroplane, like some clumsy bird, down into the ditch,settling on one side, and then coming to rest, tilted over at asharp angle. Andy was pitched out, but landed on the soft mud, forthere had been a thaw. He wasn't hurt much, evidently, for he soonscrambled to his feet as the crowd surged toward him.

  "Well, he flew a little way," observed Ned, grimly.

  "But he came down mighty soon," added Tom. "I thought he would. Hismachine is too big and clumsy. I've seen enough. Come on, Ned. We'llget ready to go to Alaska. Andy Foger will never follow us in thatmachine."

  But Tom was soon to find out how much mistaken he was.

 

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