All had escaped most fortunately, and
they realized this.
"Well," queried Ned, as Tom gave orders to have the damaged
machine removed and the roof repaired, "does this end the
wonderful silent motor, Tom?"
"End it! What do you mean--"
"I mean are you going to experiment any further?"
"Why, of course! Just because I've had one failure doesn't mean
that I'm going to give up. Especially when I know what the matter
was--not leaving any vent for the escaping gases. Why this isn't
anything. When I was perfecting my giant cannon I was nearly
blown up more than once, and you remember how we got stuck in the
submarine."
"I should say I did!" exclaimed Ned with a shudder. "I don't
want any more of that. But as between being blown through a roof
and held at the bottom of the sea, I don't know that there's much
choice."
"Well, perhaps not," agreed Tom. "But as for ending my
experiments, I wouldn't dream of such a thing! Why, I've only
just begun! I'll have a silent motor yet!"
"And a non-explosive one, I hope," added Mr. Damon dryly.
"Bless my shoe buttons, Tom, but if my wife knew what danger I'd
been in she'd never let me come over to see you any more.
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