"You take charge of protecting the place where the new aerial warship is stored.Will you? I can't afford to lose that.""I'll look after it, Tom.No harm in using water there, though; is there?" "Not if you don't use too much.Some of the woodwork isn't varnished yet, and I wouldn't want it to be wet.But do the best you can.Take Kokuand Eradicate with you.They can't do any good here.""Do you mean to say you're going to give up and let this burn?""Not a bit of it, Ned.But I have another plan I want to try.Lively now! The wind's changing, and it's blowing over toward my aerial warship shed.If that catches--"Tom shook his head protestingly, and Ned set off on the run, calling to the colored man and the giant to get out another line of hose.
"I wonder what Tom is going to do?" mused Ned, as he neared the big shed he and the others had left on the alarm of fire.
Tom, himself, seemed in no doubt as to his procedure With one look at the blazing red shed, as if to form an opinion as to how much longer it could burn without getting entirely beyond control, Tom set off on a run toward another large structure.Ned, glancing toward his chum, observed:
"The dirigible shed! I wonder what his game is? Surely that can't be in danger--it's too far off!"Ned was right as to the last statement.The shed, where was housed a great dirigible balloon Tom had made, but which he seldom used of late, was sufficiently removed from the zone of fire to be out of danger.
Meanwhile several members of the fire-fighting force that had been summoned from the various shops by the alarm, had made an effort to save from the red shed some of the more valuable of the contents.Therewere some machines in there, as well as explosives and chemicals, in addition to the store of carbide.
But the fire was now too hot to enable much to be done in the way of salvage.One or two small things were carried out from a little addition to the main structure, and then the rescuers were driven back by the heat of the flames, as well as by the rolling clouds of black smoke.
"Keep away!" warned Mr.Swift."It will explode soon.Keep back!" "That's right!" added Mr.Damon."Bless my powder-horn!We mayall be going sky-high soon, and without aid from any of Tom Swift's aeroplanes, either."Warned by the aged inventor, the throng of men began slowly moving away from the immediate neighborhood of the blazing shed.Though it may seem to the reader that some time has elapsed since the first sounding of the alarm, all that I have set down took place in a very short period-- hardly three minutes elapsing since Tom and the others came rushing out of the aerial warship building.
Suddenly a cry arose from the crowd of men near the red shed.Ned, who stood ready with several lines of hose, in charge of Koku, Eradicate and others, to turn them on the airship shed, in case of need, looked in the direction of the excited throng.
The young bank clerk saw a strange sight.From the top of the dirigible balloon shed a long, black, cigar-shaped body arose, floating gradually upward.The very roof of the shed slid back out of the way, as Tom pressed the operating lever, and the dirigible was free to rise--as free as though it had been in an open field.
"He's going up!" cried Ned in surprise."Making an ascent at a time like this, when he ought to stay here to fight the fire! What's gotten into Tom, I'd like to know? I wonder if he can be--"Ned did not finish his half-formed sentence.A dreadful thought came into his mind.What if the sudden fire, and the threatened danger, as well as the prospective loss that confronted Tom, had affected his mind?
"It certainly looks so," mused Ned, as he saw the big balloon float free from the shed.There was no doubt but that Tom was in it.He could be seen standing within the pilot-house, operating the various wheels andlevers that controlled the ship of the air.
"What can he be up to?" marveled Tom."Is he going to run away from the fire?"Koku, Eradicate and several others were attracted by the sight of the great dirigible, now a considerable distance up in the air.Certainly it looked as though Tom Swift were running away.Yet Ned knew his chum better than that.
Then, as they watched, Ned and the others saw the direction of the balloon change.She turned around in response to the influence of the rudders and propellers, and was headed straight for the blazing shed, but some distance above it.
"What can he be planning?" wondered Ned.He did not have long to wait to find out.
An instant later Tom's plan was made clear to his chum.He saw Tom circling over the burning red shed, and then the bank clerk saw what looked like fine rain dropping from the lower part of the balloon straight into the flames.
"He can't be dousing water on from up above there," reasoned Ned."Pouring water on carbide from a height is just as bad as spurting it on from a hose, though perhaps not so dangerous to the persons doing it.But it can't be--""By Jove!" suddenly exclaimed Ned, as he had a better view of what was going on."It's sand, that's what it is! Tom is giving battle to the flames with sand from the ballast bags of the dirigible! Hurray? That's the ticket! Sand! The only thing safe to use in case of an explosive chemical fire.
"Fine for you.Tom Swift! Fine!"
