Tom Swift and His Giant Cannon, Or, the Longest Shots on Record (Dodo Press)
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American boys' fiction under pseudonym used by the Stratemeyer Syndicate who produced Tom Swift series, Nancy Drew mysteries, the Hardy Boys, Dave Fearless and many others.
when I got your letter," continued the General, "I naturally jumped on my machine and came over. Now I find that it is all a hoax." "I am very sorry, I assure you," said Tom. "We did have a sort of test today; but it was a failure, owing to the fact that someone tampered with my powder. From what you tell me, I am inclined to the belief that the same person may have sent you that letter. Let me look at it again," he requested. Carefully he scanned it. "I should say that was written in a sort
mountain, as a target against which to fire his projectiles. The valley, as I have said, was desolate. It was thickly wooded in spots, and in the centre, near the big dam, which held back the waters of an immense artificial lake, was a great hill, evidently a relic of some glacial epoch. This hill was a sort of division between two valleys. Tom, Ned, Mr. Damon, with Koku, and some of the employees of the steel company, had hired a deserted farmhouse not far from the place where the gun was
great, Mr. Swift! Great!" declared the young captain. "I shall strongly recommend that the entire board see this test." And when Tom let him fire the gun himself the young man was more than delighted. He was as good as his word, and a week later the entire ordnance board, from the youngest member to the grave and grizzled veterans, were present to witness the test of Tom's giant cannon. It is needless to say that it was successful. Tom and Ned, not to mention Mr. Damon, Koku and every loyal
"We—we can't budge it!" panted Tom. "It—it's caught somewhere," added Ned. "Oh, if Koku were only here!" There was a sound behind the lads. A voice exclaimed: "Master want shovel, so Eradicate say—here it is!" They turned and saw a big, powerful man, with a simple, child- like face, standing calmly looking at the burning auto. "Koku!" cried Tom. "Quick! Never mind the shovel! Get those powder boxes out of that cart before they go up! Yank 'em out! They're too much for Ned and me! Quick!"
destroyed. But, beyond a charring of some of the powder boxes, the explosive was intact. "Whew! That was a lucky escape," murmured Tom, as he sat down on one of the boxes, and wiped the smoke and sweat from his face. "A little later and there'd only been a hole in the ground to tell what happened. hot work; eh, Ned?" "I guess yes, Tom." "I thought of the powder as soon as I saw that the truck was on fire," explained the expressman; "but I didn't know what to do. I was kinder flustered, I