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He startled everybody else in the cab, as he flung his huge body more than half out of the doorway and prepared to jump or so it seemed. Ned shrieked a warning to the big fellow. Mr. Damon began to bless everything in sight. But it was Tom, quite as excited as his friends, who understood what Koku shouted: "Big Feet! Big Feet! I see um Big Feet, Master!"
"But," said Edith, with a flush of earnestness "but, Father Damon, isn't human love the greatest power to save?" The priest looked at the girl. His face softened, and he said, more gently, "I don't know. Of the soul, yes. But human love is so apt to stand in the way of the higher life."
"This is the place! This is the place!" cried Ivan Petrofsky. "Don't you remember, Peter?" "Indeed I do! I have good cause to! This is where we found the platinum!" "Bless my soul!" cried Mr. Damon. "Where is it, in the lake?" "The mine itself is just beyond that barrier of broken and twisted trees," replied the elder Russian brother.
A woman opened the door wide enough to show her head and to make it evident that she was not sufficiently dressed to come out, and said that Father Damon had gone. He was very much better, and his friend had taken him up-town. Dr. Leigh thanked her, and said she was very glad.
"The fact is, Father Damon," she said, "you've got a disease common in this neighborhood hunger." The father smiled, but did not reply. It might be so. For the time he felt his dependence, and he did not argue the point. This dependence upon a woman a sort of Sister of Charity, was she not? was not altogether unpleasant.
"I guess His Royal Highness is about to appear," said Tom grimly. "Yes, maybe we'd better kneel, too," spoke Ned. "Not much! We're citizens of the United States, and we don't kneel to anybody. I'm going to stand up." "So am I!" said Mr. Damon.
Damon to the young inventor. "I'll stay by the machine here until you come back. Bless my radiator! I hope you beat him!" "I will, if it's possible!" murmured Tom, with a grim tightening of his lips. There was a movement about Andy's tent, whence, for the last half hour had come spasmodic noises that indicated the trying-out of the motor.
It looks as if we were going to run into a thunder storm!" "How's that?" inquired Mr. Sharp, poking his head from the motor compartment. "He says there's a big storm ahead," repeated Mr. Damon, "and I guess he's right. I see a big bank of dark clouds, and there is a roaring in the air." Mr. Sharp, who had been making some adjustments to the motor went forward to take a look.
"Oh, my head!" he exclaimed, putting his hands to his aching temples. "And that queer smell!" added Ned, who was also awake now. "Bless my talcum powder!" cried Mr. Damon. "I have a splitting headache." "Hum! Chloroform, if I'm any judge!" called Mr. Nestor from his berth. "Chloroform!" cried Tom, staggering to his feet. "I wonder."
"But I can remedy that with the use of some of dad's gyroscope stabilizers," he told Mr. Damon. They returned to the hangar safely, and the first trip of the new Silent Sam was an assured success. It was the following day, when Tom was busy in the machine shop installing the gyroscopes spoken of, that Jackson came to tell him there was a visitor to see him. "Who is it?" asked the young inventor.
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