And you know you can't do a thing with Boomerang
when he sees fire."
"Now dat's so, Massa Tom. But I could put blinkers on him,
an'--"
"No, you let Boomerang stay where he is. Come on, Ned. We'll
see what we can do. Mr. Damon--"
"Yes, Tom, I'm right here," answered the peculiar man, for he
had come over from his home in Waterford to pay a visit to his
friends, Tom and Mr. Swift. "I'll do anything I can to help you,
Tom, bless my necktie!" he went on. "Only say the word!"
"We've got to get some of the stuff out of the place!" Tom
cried. "We may be able to save it, but I can't take a chance on
putting out the fire and letting some of the things in there go
up in smoke. Come on!"
Those in the shed where was housed what Tom hoped would prove
to be a successful aerial warship rushed to the open. From the
other shops and buildings nearby were pouring men and boys, for
the Swift plant employed a number of hands now.
Above the shouts and yells, above the crackle of flames, could
be heard the clanging of the alarm bell, set ringing by Koku, who
had pulled the signal in the airship shed. From there it had gone
to every building in the plant, being relayed by the telephone
operator, whose duty it was to look after that.
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