Tom Swift and His Aerial Warship: Or, the Naval Terror of the Seas (Tom Swift, Book 18)
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Tom Swift and His Aerial Warship is the 18th book in the original Tom Swift series.
"Every boy possesses some form of inventive genius. Tom Swift is a bright, ingenious boy and his inventions and adventures make the most interesting kind of reading."
"These spirited tales convey in a realistic way, the wonderful advances in land and sea locomotion and other successful inventions. Stories like these are impressed upon the memory and their reading is productive only of good."
This series of adventure novels starring the genius boy inventor Tom Swift falls into the genre of "invention fiction" or "Edisonade".
over the side of the rail to discover the cause of the commotion and cries of warning from below. "I don't believe it was anything serious, Tom," said the odd man. "No one seems to be hurt." "Look at Eradicate!" suddenly exclaimed Ned. "And his mule! I guess that's what the trouble was, Tom!" They looked to where the young bank employee pointed, and saw the old colored man, seated on the seat of his ramshackle wagon, doing his best to pull down to a walk the big galloping mule, which was
was on the other side of the house. But when the two young men reached the front porch, they could hear the yells given with redoubled vigor. And, in the glare of the electric lights, Tom saw Eradicate leading along Boomerang, the old mule. "What is it, Rad? What is it?" demanded the young inventor breathlessly. "Trouble, Massa Tom! Dat's what it am! Trouble!" "I know that—but what kind?" "De worstest kind, I 'spects, Massa Tom. Listen to it!" From the interior of the big shed, not far from
them out in the morning. This has been a lucky night for me. It was touch and go. Now, then, Koku, take these fellows and lock them up somewhere until morning. Ned, you and I will remain on guard here the rest of the night." "I'm with you, Tom." "Will you be a bit easy on us, considering what we told you?" asked Kurdy. "I'll do the best I can," said Tom, gently, making no promises. The two captives were put in secure quarters, and the rest of the night passed quietly. During the fight in the
bag hid it from the view of those gathered about the gun, which was about to be fired when the alarm was given. "We're sinking!" cried Mr. Damon. "We're going down, Tom!" "That's nothing," was the cool answer. "It is only for a moment. Only a few of the gas compartments can be torn. There will soon enough additional gas in the others to lift us again." And so it proved. The moment the pressure of the lifting gas in the big oiled silk and aluminum container was lowered, it started the
amidship cabins. His companions followed him. They looked into the rear cabin, or motor compartment, and a scene of confusion met their gaze. Two of the foreign men who had seized the ship lay stretched out on the floor near the humming machinery, which had been left to run itself. A look in the other direction, toward the main cabin, showed a group of the foreign spies bending over the inert body of La Foy, the Frenchman, stretched out on a couch. "What has happened?" cried Ned. "What does it