In a few minutes the tank was moving forward again. It
crossed out to the road, to the great astonishment of some
farmers, and the fright of their horses, and then Tom once
more swung her into the fields.
"There's the old barn I spoke of," he remarked to Ned.
"It's almost as bad a ruin as the factory was. But we'll
have a go at it."
"Going to smash it?" asked Ned.
"I'm going right through it!" Tom cried
Chapter XVII
Veiled Threats
Like some prehistoric monster about to charge down upon
another of its kind, Tank A, under the guidance of Tom
Swift, reeled and bumped her way over the uneven fields
toward the old barn. Within the monster of steel and iron
were raucous noises: the clang and clatter of the powerful
gasolene motors; the rattle of the wheels and gears; all
making so much noise that, in the engine room proper, not a
word could be heard. Every order had to be given by signs,
and Tom sent his electric signals from the conning tower in
the same way. When running at full speed, it was almost
impossible, even in the tower, which was some distance
removed from the engine room, to hear voices unless the
words were shouted.
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