He could not see the silencer from where he sat,
as it was constructed on the underside of the motor, but he had
an idea that the same sort of mishap had occurred as on the
occasion when the test machine had sailed through the roof of his
workshop.
"But, luckily, this wasn't as bad," mused Tom. "Anyhow the
motor is out of business."
And this was very evident. The young inventor had tried to
start the apparatus after its stoppage by the explosion, but it
had not responded to his efforts, and then he had desisted,
fearing to cause some further damage, or, perhaps, endanger his
own life and that of Jackson.
Down, down swept Silent Sam--doubly silent now, and Tom began
looking about for a good place to make a landing. This was
nothing new for either him or his mechanician, and they accepted
the outcome as a matter of course.
"Not a very lively place down there," remarked Jackson, as he
looked over the side of the cockpit.
"If we have to depend for help on any one down there, I guess
we'll be a long time waiting," agreed Tom. They were about to
land in a very lonely spot.
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