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Appleton, Victor [pseud.]

"Tom Swift and His War Tank, or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam"

There are other guns at left and right, amidships, as
I might say, and there's also one in the stern, to take care
of any attack from that direction.
"The men in charge of them will fire at the same time you
do, and it will be as near like a real attack as we can make
it--with the exception of not being fired back at. And I
wouldn't mind if such were the case, for I don't believe
anything, outside of heavy artillery, will have any effect
on this tank."
Tank A was now almost at her maximum speed as she
approached closer to the deserted factory. Ned and Tom, in
the conning tower, saw the largest of the remaining walls
looming before them. Straight at it rushed the ponderous
machine, and the next moment there came a shock which almost
threw Ned away from his gun and back against the steel wall
behind him.
"Hold fast!" cried Tom. "Here we go! Fire. Ned! Fire!"
There was a crash as the blunt nose of the great war tank
hit the wall and crumpled it up.
A great hole was made in the masonry, and what was not
crushed under the caterpillar belts of the tank fell in a
shower of bricks, stone and cement on top of the machine.


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