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A Navajo blanket had nothing on that suit for a mixture of colors, and Koku strutted like a turkey-gobbler. "My lawsy!" gasped Rad again, "he's as purty as a sunset. Is dat de way de tailors out here build a man up? Sure's yo live, Massa Tom, I needs a new suit of clo'es myself." And before he got away from Hendrickton, Rad Sampson sported a suit off the same piece of goods as that of Koku's.
"No use to walk when I can carry you, Mr. Swift," exclaimed Koku with a laugh. "I overtook you quite nice; so?" "Yes, you took me over in great shape, Koku!" replied the aged inventor with a smile at Koku's English, for the giant frequently got his words backwards. "That barrow is quite heavy for me to wheel." "You after this call me," suggested Koku.
This can easily be proved by filling a bathtub full of water, rolling up the sleeves, and then taking a hammer in the hand, immersing it fully, and trying to strike some object held in the other hand. The water hampers the blows. It was this way with Tom and his friends. Nearly half of Koku's great strength was wasted.
"Think he can lower it?" asked Mr. Halling, doubtfully. "Oh, surely," said Tom. "Koku's as strong as a horse. You needn't worry. He'll get it down all right. But you are limping." "Yes, I jammed my leg a little." "Don't you want a doctor?" "Oh, no, not for a little thing like that."
Before he snapped on the electric light over the basin he chanced to glance through the newly set windowpane which had replaced the one Rad had shattered in escaping threatened impalement on Koku's spear. Although the clouds were thick and the rain was falling, there was a certain humid radiance upon the roof of the porch under the bathroom window.
I have it here," and from his pocket Koku drew a heavy piece of steel that would have taxed the strength of either of the boys to lift with one hand. But Koku's pockets were very large and made specially strong of leather, for he was continually putting odd things in them. Koku handed over the attachment, for which his master had sent him.
You're right, old man!" Tom could hear his chum bound out of bed to the floor, and, at the same time, from the big shed where Tom was building his aerial warship came a series of yells and shouts. "That's Koku's voice!" Tom exclaimed, as he recognized the tones of the giant. "I'm coming, Tom!" Ned informed his chum. "Wait a minute."
But now Tom climbed to the roof of the locomotive, and with Koku's aid managed to set the rear pantagraph at such an angle that its wheels caught the trolley cables again, and once more the current was pumped into the Hercules 0001. Tom tried out the several parts of the mechanism and found that, despite the jar of the collision, nothing was really injured.
He could not be sure of Andy O'Malley's figure at that distance; but he could be pretty confident of Koku's identification. And then, with a shock that gripped and almost paralyzed his mind, Tom saw again the switch ahead of the pilot of the Hercules 0001.
"All in his bringing up," chuckled Tom who knew, as the saying is, that Koku's bark was a deal worse than his bite. "Killing and maiming his enemies used to be Koku's principal job. But he has his orders now. He doesn't kill anybody without consulting me first." "Bless my buttons!" murmured Mr. Damon. "That is certainly a good thing too. What's the matter with him now?"
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