A GREAT RUN
Boomerang did not belie the reputation Eradicate had given him as a beast of strength.Though the electric runabout was heavy, the mule managed to move it along the road at a fair speed, with the four occupants.Perhaps the animal knew that at the end of his journey a good feed awaited him.At any rate they were soon within sight of the Swift home.
Mr.Damon and Mr.Sharp refrained from making any comments that might hurt Tom's feelings, for they realized the chagrin felt by the young inventor in having his apparatus go back on him at the first trial.But our hero was not the kind of a lad who is disheartened by one failure, or even half a dozen.
The humor of the situation appealed to him, and, as he turned the auto into the driveway, and noticed Boomerang's long ears waving to and fro, he laughed.
The lad insisted on putting new fuses in the car before he ate his dinner, and then, satisfied that the motor was once more in running order, he partook of a hasty meal, and began making several changes which he had decided were desirable.He finished them in time to go for a little run in the car all alone on a secluded road late that afternoon.
Tom returned, with eyes shining, and cheeks flushed with elation."Well, how did it go? asked his father.
"Fine! Better than I expected," responded his son enthusiastically."When it gets to running smoothly I'll pass anything on the road.""Don't be too sure," cautioned Mr.Swift, but Tom only smiled.
There was still much to do on the electric runabout, and Tom spent the next few days in adjusting the light steel wind-shield, that was to come down over the driver's seat.He also put in a powerful electric search-light, which was run by current from the battery, and installed a new speedometer and an instrument to tell how much current he was using, and how much longer the battery would run without being exhausted.This was to enable him to know when to begin re-charging it.When the current wasall consumed it was necessary to store more in the battery.This could be done by attaching wires from a dynamo, or, in an emergency by tapping an electric light wire in the street.But as the battery would enable the car to run many miles on one charging, Tom did not think he would ever have to resort to the emergency charging apparatus.He had a new system for this, one that enabled him to do the work in much less than the usual time.
With his new car still unpainted, and rather rough and crude in appearance, the lad started out alone one morning, his father and Mr.Sharp having declined to accompany him, on the plea of business to attend to, and Mr.Damon not being at the Swift house.
Tom rode about for several hours, giving his car several severe tests in the way of going up hills, and speeding on the level.He was proceeding along a quiet country road, in a small town about fifteen miles from Shopton, when, as he flashed past the small railroad station, he saw a familiar figure standing on the platform.
"Why, Ned!" called Tom, "what are you doing over here?""I might ask the same thing of you.Is that your new car? It doesn't look very new.""Yes, this is it.I haven't had a chance to paint and varnish it yet.But you ought to see it go.What are doing here, though?""I came over on some bank business.A customer here had some bonds he wanted to dispose of and I came for them.You see we're enlarging our business since the new bank started.""Has it hurt your bank any?"
"Not yet, but Foger and his associates are trying hard to make us lose money.Say, did you ever see such a place as this? I've got to wait two hours for a train back to Shopton.""No you haven't."
"Why not? Have they changed the timetable since I came over this morning?""No, but you can ride back with me.I'm going, and I'll show you what my new electric car can do.""Good!" cried the young bank cashier."You're just in time.I was wondering how I could kill two hours, but now I'll get in your new carand--"
"And maybe we'll kill a few chickens, or a dog or two when we get her speeded up," put in Tom, with a laugh in which Ned joined.
The two lads, seated in the front part of the auto, were soon moving down the hard highway.Suddenly Tom pulled a lever and the steel wind- shield came sliding down from the top case, meeting the forward battery compartment, and forming a sort of slanting roof over the heads of the two occupants.
"Here! What's this?" cried Ned.
"We're going to hit it up in a few minutes," replied the young inventor, "and I want to reduce the wind resistance.""Oh, I thought maybe we were going through a bombardment.It's all right, go ahead, don't mind me.I'm game."There was a celluloid window in the steel wind-shield, and through this the lads could observe the road ahead of them.
As they swung along it, the speed increasing, Ned saw an auto ahead of them.
"Whose car is that?" he asked.
