THE GOVERNMENT ACCEPTS
"Whew! Let me sit down somewhere and get my breath!" gasped Tom, when it was all over.
"I should think you would want a bit of quiet," replied Ned."You've been on the jump since early morning.""Bless my dining-room table!" cried Mr.Damon."I should say so! I'll go tell the cook to get us all a good meal--we need it," for a competent cook had been installed in the old farmhouse where Tom and his party had their headquarters.
"But you did the trick, Tom, old man!" exclaimed Ned, fervently, as he looked down the valley and saw the receding water.For, with the opening of the channel into the other valley the flood, at no time particularly dangerous near Preston, was subsiding rapidly.
"He sure did," declared the foreman."No one else could have done it, either.""Oh, I don't know," spoke Tom, modestly."It just happened so.There was one minute, though, after I got to the place in Preston where I had stored the powder, that I didn't know whether I would succeed or not.""How was that?" asked Mr.Damon.
"Why, in my hurry and excitement I forgot the key to the underground storeroom where I had put the explosive.I knew there was no time to get another, so I took a chance and burst in the door with an axe I found in the freight depot.""I should say you did take a chance!" declared Ned, who knew how "freaky" the high explosive was, and how likely it was, at times, to be set off by the least concussion.
"But it came out all right," went on Tom."I bundled it into the other seat of my Humming Bird, and started back.""Had most of the folks left town?" asked the foreman.
"Nearly all," replied Tom."The last of them were hurrying away as I left.And it shows how scared they were, they didn't pay any attention tome and my flying machine, though I'll wager some of them never saw one before.""Well, they don't need to be scared any more," put in Mr.Damon "You saved their homes for them, Tom.""I'd like to get hold of the fellow who doped my powder; that's what I'd like to do," murmured the young inventor."Ned, we'll have to be doubly watchful from now on.But I must take a look at my gun.That last charge may have strained it."But the giant cannon was as perfect as the day it was turned out of the shop.Not even the extra charge of the powerful explosive had injured it.
"That's fine!" cried Tom, as he looked at every part."As soon as this flood is over we'll try some more practice shots.But we're all entitled to a rest now"The great gun was covered with tarpaulins to protect it from the weather, and then all retired to the house for a bountiful meal.Late that afternoon nearly all signs of the flood had disappeared, save that along the edges of the creek was much driftwood, showing the height to which the creek had risen.But it would have gone much higher had it not been for Tom's timely shot.
The water from the impounded lake continued to pour down into the cross valley, and did some damage, but nothing like what would have followed its advent into Preston.The few inhabitants of the gulch into which the young inventor had directed the flood had had warning, and had fled in time.In Preston, some few houses nearest the banks of the rising creek were flooded, but were not carried away.
The following day some of the officers of the water company paid a visit to Tom, to thank him for what he had done.But for him they would have been responsible for great property damage, and loss of life might have followed.
They intended to rebuild the dam, they said, on a new principle, making it much stronger.
"And," said the president, "we will have an emergency outlet gate into that valley you so providentially opened for us, Mr.Swift.Then, in time of great rain, we can let the water out slowly as we need to."Tom's chief anxiety, now, was to bring his perfected gun to the notice of the United States Government officials.To have them accept it, he knew he must give it a test before the ordnance board, and before the officers of the army and navy.Accordingly he prepared for this.
