"She's moving!"
"You're right!" answered the young inventor. "They've seen
us and are trying to get away."
"But they can't beat your airship, Tom."
"I know that. But their game--Oh, Ned, they're going to
wreck her!" cried Tom, and there was anguish in his voice.
As the two looked down from their seats In the Hawk they
saw the tank, in its fantastic dress of splotchy paint,
leave her lair amid the bushes and trees, and head toward
the river. Like some ponderous prehistoric monster about to
take a drink, she careened her way toward the stream, which,
at this point, ran between high banks.
"What's the game?" cried Ned.
"They're going to send her to smash!" cried Tom. "She's
pretty tough, Tom, but she'll never stand a tumble down into
the river without breaking a lot of machinery inside her."
"But if they demolish the tank they'll kill themselves,
won't they? And Koku and your men, too, who must be
prisoners in her!"
"They won't risk their own worthless hides, you may be
sure of that!" exclaimed Tom.
"There they go, but they must have left Koku and the
others to their fate!"
"Oh, if they could only get loose and take control now,
Tom, they'd save your tank for you!" shouted Ned.
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