seeming like a toy.

"Excuse me one moment," went on Tom to his friends. Taking up
his desk telephone he called one of the shops, asking: "Have you
any heavy work on hand this morning; lifting big castings, or
anything like that? You have? Good! I'll send Koku right over."

Turning to the giant who apparently had not paid much attention
to the talk over the wire, Tom said:

"Koku, go over to shop number ten, ask for the foreman, and
he'll keep you busy. There are some five-hundred-pound castings
that need assembling, and you can help him."

"Good!" exclaimed the giant, with a cheerful grin. "Koku like
big work--no like sweep. Good for women and Rad, but not for
Koku!"

"He spoke the truth there," remarked Ned Newton, as the giant
stalked down the hall. "I never saw such a strong man. I'm afraid
to shake hands with him, for fear I'll be minus a couple of
fingers in the operation."

"Well, he's disposed of," remarked Tom, as he closed the door.
"And now, Mr. Hardley, I'm at your service, as far as listening
to your proposition is concerned."

"Thank you. I shall endeavor to be brief," remarked the
visitor. "Am I correct in assuming that you have had some
experience in submarine work? I believe Mr. Damon mentioned