Tom Swift and His War Tank, or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam by Victor [pseud.] Appleton
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you'd like. I think I've found a way."
"Good, Dad! I'll look at it when I come back. That Carburetor did bother me, and if I can get that to work--well, maybe we'll have something soon that will--" But Tom did not finish his sentence, for Koku was getting the aircraft in operation and Mr. Damon was already taking his place behind the pilot's seat, which would be occupied by Tom. "All ready, are you, Koku?" asked the young inventor. "All ready, Master," answered the giant. There was a roar like that of a machine gun as the Hawk's engine spun the propeller, and then, after a little run across the sod, it mounted into the air, carrying Tom and Mr. Damon with it. "Mind you, Tom, no stunts!" called the visitor to the young inventor through the speaking tube apparatus, which enabled a conversation to be carried on, even above the roar of the powerful engine. "Bless my overshoes! if you try, looping the loop with me--" "I won't do anything like that!" promised Tom. Away they soared, swift as a veritable hawk, and soon, after there had unrolled below their eyes a succession of |
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