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For even with the motor
running at almost full speed there was not noise enough to hinder
talk between himself and Mr. Damon.
Of course there was some little sound. Even the most perfect
electric motor has a sort of hum which can be detected when one
is close to it. But at a little distance a great dynamo in
operation appears to be silence itself.
"I can go this one better, though," said Tom as he sailed along
in the night. "I see where I've made a few mistakes in the baffle
plate of the silencer. I'll correct that and--"
As he spoke the machine gave a lurch, and the motor, instead of
remaining silent, began to cough and splutter as in the former
days.
"Bless my rubber boots, Tom! what's the matter?" cried Mr.
Damon.
"Something's gone wrong," Tom answered, barely able to hear and
make himself heard above the sudden noise. "I'll have to shut off
the power and glide down. We can make a landing in this big
field," for just then the moon came out from behind a cloud, and
Tom saw, below them, a great meadow, not far from the home of
Mary Nestor.


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