"I was wondering how
she looks from the outside."
"Oh, it would take more than that to damage her," said
Tom, with pardonable pride. "That was pie for her! Solid
concrete, which she may have to chew up on the Western
front, may present another kind of problem, but I guess
she'll be able to master that too. Well, let's have a look."
He and Ned, with some of the crew and gunners, went
outside the tank. She was a sorry-looking sight, very
different from the trim appearance she had presented when
she first left the shop. Bricks, bits of stone, and piles of
broken cement in chunks and dust lay thick on her broad
back. But no real damage had been done, as a hasty
examination showed.
"Well, are you satisfied, Tom?" asked his chum.
"Yes, and more," was the answer. "Of course this wasn't
the hardest test to which she could have been submitted, but
it will do to show what punishment she can stand. Being shot
at from big guns is another matter. I'll have to wait until
she gets to Flanders to see what effect that will have. But
I know the kind of armor skin she has, and that doesn't
worry me.
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