PLANNING A BIG GUN
"BUT, Tom, I don't see how in the world you can ever hope to make a bigger gun than that.""I think it can be done, Ned," was the quiet answer of the young inventor.He looked up from some drawings on the table in the office of one of his shops."Now I'll just show you--""Hold on, Tom.You know I have a very poor head for figures, even if I do help you out once in a while on some of your work.Skip the technical details, and give me the main facts."The two young men--Ned Newton being Tom's special chum--were talking together over Tom's latest scheme.
It was several days after Tom's accident in the airship, when he had been saved by the prompt action of Mr.Peterson.That fortune-hunter, once he had the promise of Mr.Swift to invest in his somewhat visionary plan of locating a lost opal mine near the Panama Canal, had left the Swift homestead to arrange for fitting out the expedition of discovery.He had tried to prevail on Tom to accompany him, and, failing in that, tried to work on Mr.Damon.
"Bless my watch chain!" exclaimed that odd gentleman."I would like to go with you first rate.But I'm so busy--so very busy-- that I can't think of it.I have simply neglected all my affairs, chasing around the country with Tom Swift.But if Tom goes I-- ahem! I think perhaps I could manage it--ahem!""I thought you were busy," laughed Tom.
"Oh, well, perhaps I could get a few weeks off.But I'm not going--no, bless my check book, I must get back to business!"But as Mr.Damon was a retired gentleman of wealth, his "business" was more or less of a joke among his friends.
So then, a few days after the departure of Mr.Peterson, Tom and Ned sat in the former's office, discussing the young inventor's latest scheme.
"How big is the biggest gun ever made, Tom?" asked his chum."Imean in feet, in inches, or in muzzle diameter, however they are measured.""Well," began Tom, "of course some nation may, in secret, be making a bigger gun than any I have ever heard of.As far as I know, however, the largest one ever made for the United States was a sixteen-inch rifled cannon--that is, it was sixteen inches across at the muzzle, and I forget just how long.It weighed many tons, however, and it now lies, or did a few years ago, in a ditch at the Sandy Hook proving grounds.It was a failure.""And yet you are figuring on making a cannon with a muzzle thirty inches across--almost a yard--and fifty feet long and to weigh--""No one can tell exactly how much it will weigh," interrupted Tom."And I'm not altogether certain about the muzzle measurement, nor of the length.It's sort of in the air at present.Only I don't see why a larger gun than any that has yet been made, can't be constructed.""If anybody can invent one, you can, Tom Swift!" exclaimed Ned, admiringly.
"You flatter me!" exclaimed his chum, with a mock bow.
"But what good will it be?" went on Ned."Making big guns doesn't help any in war, that I can see.""Ned!" exclaimed Tom, "you don't look far enough ahead.Now here's my scheme in a nutshell.You know what Uncle Sam is doing down in his big ditch; don't you?""You mean digging the Panama Canal?"
Yes, the greatest engineering feat of centuries.It is going to make a big change in the whole world, and the United States is going to become--if she is not already--a world-power.Now that canal has to be protected--I mean against the possibility of war.For, though it may never come, and the chances are it never will, still it may.
"Uncle Sam has to be ready for it.There never was a more true saying than 'in time of peace prepare for war.' Preparing for war is, in my opinion, the best way not to have one.
