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Appleton, Victor [pseud.]

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

There's one thing more I want to do while I have
her out now."
"What's that?" asked Ned.
"Take her for a long trip cross country, and then shove
her through some extra heavy barbed wire. I'm certain she'll
chew that up, but I want to see it actually done. So now, if
you want to come along, Ned, we'll go cross country."
"I'm with you!"
"Get inside then. We'll let the dust and masonry blow and
rattle off as we go along."
The tank started off across the fields, which stretched
for many miles on either side of the deserted factory, when
suddenly Ned, who was again at his post in the observation
tower, called:
"Look, Tom!"
"What at?"
"That corner of the factory which is still standing. Look
at those men coming out and running away!"
Ned pointed, and his chum, leaning over from the steering
wheel and controls, gave a start of surprise as he saw three
figures clambering down over the broken debris and making
their way out of what had once been a doorway.
"Did they come out of the factory, Ned?"
"They surely did! And unless I miss my guess they were in
it, or around it, when we went through like a fellow
carrying the football over the line for a touchdown.


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