"Well, we'll make a start," he told his chief engineer.
"Stand by when I give the signal, and we'll try to crawl out
of this right side up."
"How are you going to do it?" asked Ned, as his chum
crawled back into the observation tower.
"Well, I'm going to run her part way up the very steepest
part of the ravine I can find--the side of a house would do
as well if it could stand the strain. I'm going to stand the
tank right up on her nose, so to speak, and tip her over so
she'll come right again."
Slowly the tank started off, while Tom and his friends in
the observation tower anxiously awaited the result of the
novel progress. Ned and Mr. Damon clung to the safety rings.
Tom put his arm through one and hung on grimly, while he
used both hands on the steering apparatus and the controls.
Of course the trailer wheels were useless in a case of
this kind, and the tank had to be guided by the two belts
run at varying speeds.
"Here we go!" cried Tom, and the tank started. It was a
queer sensation to be moving upside down, but it did not
last very long.
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