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Tom carefully inspected the Whizzer which was the name of Mr. Fenwick's airship, and, after some difficulties, succeeded in getting the electric craft in shape to make a flight. Tom, Mr. Damon and Mr. Fenwick started to make a trip to Cape May in the Whizzer, but were caught in a terrific storm, and blown out to sea. The wind became a hurricane, the airship was disabled, and wrecked in mid-air.
Tom was anxiously watching the gages and other instruments. He wanted a little more speed, but could not seem to get it. He ran the motor to the utmost, and then, seeing the necessity of making an attempt to get up into the air, before the end of the speeding ground was reached, he pulled the elevating plane lever. The front of the WHIZZER rose, and then settled down.
Do you really think you have a new idea in airships?" "I really think so, Tom. My Whizzer is bound to revolutionize travel in the air. Let me tell you what I mean. Now cast your mind back. How many ways are now used to propel an airship or a dirigible balloon through the air? How many ways?" "Two, as far as I know," said Tom. "At least there are only two that have proved to be practical."
The speed of the WHIZZER was now about forty miles an hour, not fast for an air craft, but sufficiently speedy in trying out a new machine. Tom looked at the barograph, and noted that they had attained an altitude of seven thousand five hundred feet.
It seemed impossible for the WHIZZER to travel any faster, yet when Tom glanced at the speed gage he noted, with a feeling of surprise, akin to horror, that they were making close to one hundred and fifty miles an hour. Only an aeroplane could have done it, and then only when urged on by a terrific wind which added to the speed produced by the propellers.
The propellers of Damon's Whizzer will be of the pusher type, and will revolve in dense, compressed air, almost like water, and that will do away with high speed motors, with all their complications, and make traveling in the clouds as simple as taking out a little one-cylinder motor boat. How's that, Tom Swift? How's that for an idea?" To Mr. Damon's disappointment, Tom was not enthusiastic.
Hodges was so gently, firmly insistent that, in a very short time, the submarine party found themselves seated in the car. There was an abundance of room, for it was a seven-passenger car, large and roomy. "This car is a whizzer, I understand," smiled Mr. Hodges, from the sidewalk. "It certainly is, sir," agreed the chauffeur.
She watched gloomily while Whizzer, in whose brain lurked no thought of submission, galloped steadily along behind the bunch which Slim made haste to liberate, and bided his time. She had expected better rather, worse of him than that. She had not dreamed he would surrender so tamely.
As if Whizzer had never seen a jack rabbit before! he who had been born and reared upon the range among them! It was a feeble excuse at the best, but he made the most of it and lost no time seeking a better. He stopped short, sidled against Weary's horse and snorted.
The lad saw opportunity for making a number of changes, and suggested them to Mr. Fenwick. "Are you going any farther?" asked the owner of the WHIZZER, as he saw that his craft was slowly settling. "No, I think we've done enough for the first day," said Tom, "But I'd like you to handle her now, Mr. Fenwick. You can make the landing, while I watch the motor and other machines." "Yes.
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