They
were both black and grimy, tired and dirty, but there was a great
sense of satisfaction.
"Well, yes, there's more lost than I like to think of,"
answered Tom slowly, "but it would have been a heap sight worse
if the stuff had gone up. Still, I can replace what I've lost,
except a few models I kept in this place. I really oughtn't to
have stored them here, but since I've been working on my new
aerial warship I have sort of let other matters slide. I intended
to make the red shed nothing but a storehouse for explosive
chemicals, but I still had some of my plans and models in it when
it caught."
"Only for the sand the whole place might have gone," said Ned
in a low voice.
"Yes. It's lucky I had plenty of ballast aboard the dirigible.
You see, I've been running it alone lately, and I had to take on
plenty of sand to make up for the weight of the several
passengers I usually carry. So I had plenty of stuff to shower
down on the fire. I wonder how it started, anyhow? I must
investigate this."
"Mr. Damon and Eradicate seem to have seen it first," remarked
Ned.
"Yes. At least they gave the alarm. Guess I'll ask Eradicate
how he happened to notice.
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