Tom steered the tank straight at the
opposite wail of the ravine, where it rose steeply. One of
the broad belts ran up on that side. The other was revolved
in the opposite direction. Up and up, at a sickening angle,
went Tank A.
Slowly the tank careened, turning completely over on her
longer axis, until, as Tom shut off the power, he and his
friends once more found themselves standing where they
belonged--on the floor of the observation tower.
"Right side up with care!" quoted Ned, with a laugh. "Well,
that was some stunt--believe me!"
"Bless my corn plaster, I should say so!" cried Mr. Damon.
"Well, I'm glad it happened," commented Tom. "It showed
what she can do when she's put to it. Now we'll get out of
this ditch."
Slowly the tank lumbered along, proper side up now, the
men in the motor room reporting that everything was all
right, and that with the exception of a slight unimportant
break, no damage had been done.
Straight for the opposite steep side of the gully Tom
directed his strange craft, and at a point where the wall of
the gulch gave a good footing for the steel belts, Tank A
pulled herself out and up to level ground.
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