Like a great hail storm the broken masonry pelted the
steel sides and top of the tank. But she felt them no more
than does an alligator the attacks of a colony of ants.
Right on through the dust the tank crushed her way. Added to
the noise of the falling walls was that of the machine guns,
which were barking away like a kennel of angry hounds eager
to be unleashed at the quarry.
Ned kept his gun going until the heat of it warned him to
stop and let the barrel cool, or he knew he would jam some
of the mechanism. The other guns were firing, too, and the
bullets sent up little spatter points of dust as they hit.
"Great jumping hoptoads!" yelled Ned above the riot of
racket outside and inside. "Feel her go, Tom!"
"Yes, she's just chewing it up, all right!" cried the
young inventor, his eyes shining with delight.
The tank had actually burst her way through the solid wall
of the old factory, permission to complete the demolition of
which Tom had secured from the owners. Then the great
machine kept right on. She fairly "walked" over the piles of
masonry, dipped down into what had been a basement, now
partly filled with debris, and kept on toward another wall.
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