As Tom had said, she was going with the
wind. This was comparatively easy. But what would happen when she
headed into the storm?
Mr. Damon, in the main cabin, sat and looked at Lieutenant
Marbury, the eccentric man now and then blessing something as he
happened to think of it.
"Do you--do you think we are in any danger?" he finally asked.
"Not at present," replied the government expert.
"You mean we will be--later?"
"It's hard to say. I guess Tom Swift knows his business,
though."
"Bless my accident insurance policy!" murmured Mr. Damon. "I
wish I had stayed home. If my wife ever hears of this--" He did
not seem able to finish the sentence.
In the engine-room the crew were busy over the various
machines. Some of the apparatus was being strained to keep the
ship on her course in the powerful wind, and would be under a
worse stress when Tom turned his craft about. But, so far,
nothing had given way, and everything was working smoothly.
As hour succeeded hour and nothing happened, the timid ones
aboard began to take more courage. Tom never for a moment lost
heart. He knew what his craft could do, and he had taken her up
in a terrific storm with a definite purpose in view.
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