Part 5 (1/2)
”I guess so,” replied Tom. ”He makes good ballast. I wish Mr. Damon was here. If everything goes right we may take a run over, and surprise him.”
In a little while the noiseless airs.h.i.+p was ready for the start.
Tom, Ned and Koku climbed in, and took their positions.
”Good luck!” Mr. Swift called after them. Tom waved his hand to his father, and the next moment his craft shot into the air. Up and up it went, the great propeller blades beating the air, but, save for a soft whirr, such as would be made by the wings of a bird, there was absolutely no sound.
”Hurrah!” cried Tom. ”She works! I've got a noiseless airs.h.i.+p at last!”
”Say, don't yell at a fellow so,” begged Ned, for Tom had been close to his chum when he made his exulting remark.
”Yell! I wasn't yelling,” replied Tom. ”Oh, I see what happened. I'm so used to speaking loud on the other airs.h.i.+ps, that make such a racket, that I didn't realize how quiet it was aboard the new Falcon. No wonder I nearly made you deaf, Ned. I'll be careful after this,” and Tom lowered his voice to ordinary tones. In fact it was as quiet aboard his new craft, as if he and Ned had been walking in some gra.s.s-grown country lane.
”She certainly is a success,” agreed Ned. ”You could creep up on some other airs.h.i.+p now, and those aboard would never know you were coming.”
”I've been planning this for a long time,” went on our hero, as he s.h.i.+fted the steering gear, and sent the craft around in a long, sweeping curve. ”Now for Waterford and Mr. Damon.”
They were soon above the town where the odd man lived, and Tom, picking out Mr. Damon's house, situated as it was in the midst of extensive grounds, headed for it.
”There he is, walking through the garden,” exclaimed Ned, pointing to their friend down below. ”He hasn't heard us, as he would have done if we had come in any other machine.”
”That's so!” exclaimed Tom. ”I'm going to give him a sensation. I'll fly right over his head, and he won't know it until he sees us. I'll come up from behind.”
A moment later he put this little trick into execution. Along swept the airs.h.i.+p, until, with a rush, it pa.s.sed right over Mr. Damon's head. He never heard it, and was not aware of what was happening until he saw the shadow it cast. Then, jumping aside, as if he thought something was about to fall on him, he cried:
”Bless my mosquito netting! What in the world--”
Then he saw Tom and Ned in the airs.h.i.+p, which came gently to earth a few yards further on.
”Well of all things!” cried Mr. Damon. ”What are you up to now, Tom Swift?”
”It's my noiseless airs.h.i.+p,” explained our hero. ”She doesn't make a sound. Get aboard, and have a ride.”
Mr. Damon looked toward the house.
”I guess my wife won't see me,” he said with a chuckle. ”She's more than ever opposed to airs.h.i.+ps, Tom, since we went on that trip taking moving pictures. But I'll take a chance.” And in he sprang, when the two lads started up again. They made quite a flight, and Tom found that his new motor exceeded his expectations. True, it needed some adjustments, but these could easily be made.
”Well, what are you going to do with it, now that you have it?”
asked Mr. Damon, as Tom once more brought the machine around to the odd man's house, and stopped it. ”What's it for?”
”Oh, I think I'll find a use for it,” replied the young inventor.
”Will you come back to Shopton with us?”
”No, I must stay here. I have some letters to write. But I'll run over in a few days, and see you. Then I'll go on another trip, if you've got one planned.”
”I may have,” answered Tom with a laugh. ”Good-bye.”
He and Ned made a quick flight home, and Tom at once started on making some changes in the motor. He was engaged at this work the next day, when he noticed a shadow pa.s.s across an open window. He looked up to see Ned.
”h.e.l.lo, Tom!” cried his chum. ”Have you heard the news?”