Tom Swift and His Aerial Warship | Page 4

machines of the air, earth
and water. "I'm just trying to work out some new problems in aerial
navigation, Ned," he went on.
"I thought there weren't any more," spoke Ned, soberly enough.
"Come, now, none of that!" exclaimed Tom, with a laugh. "Why, the

surface of aerial navigation has only been scratched. The science is far
from being understood, or even made safe, not to say perfected, as
water and land travel have been. There's lots of chance yet."
"And you're working on something new?" asked Ned, as he looked
around the shop where he and Tom were sitting. As the young bank
employee had said, he had come away from the institution that
afternoon to have a little holiday with his chum, but Tom, seated in the
midst of his inventions, seemed little inclined to jollity.
Through the open windows came the hum of distant machinery, for
Tom Swift and his father were the heads of a company founded to
manufacture and market their many inventions, and about their home
were grouped several buildings. From a small plant the business had
grown to be a great tree, under the direction of Tom and his father.
"Yes, I'm working on something new," admitted Tom, after a moment
of silence.
"And, Ned," he went on, "there's no reason why you shouldn't see it.
I've been keeping it a bit secret, until I had it a little further advanced,
but I've got to a point now where I'm stuck, and perhaps it will do me
good to talk to someone about it."
"Not to talk to me, though, I'm afraid. What I don't know about
machinery, Tom, would fill a great many books. I don't see how I can
help you," and Ned laughed.
"Well, perhaps you can, just the same, though you may not know a lot
of technical things about machines. It sometimes helps me just to tell
my troubles to a disinterested person, and hear him ask questions. I've
got dad half distracted trying to solve the problem, so I've had to let up
on him for a while. Come on out and see what you make of it."
"Sure, Tom, anything to oblige. If you want me to sit in front of your
photo-telephone, and have my picture taken, I'm agreeable, even if you
shoot off a flashlight at my ear. Or, if you want me to see how long I
can stay under water without breathing I'll try that, too, provided you

don't leave me under too long, lead the way--I'm agreeable as far as I'm
able, old man."
"Oh, it isn't anything like that," Tom answered with a laugh. "I might as
well give you a few hints, so you'll know what I'm driving at. Then I'll
take you out and show it to you."
"What is it--air, earth or water?" asked Ned Newton, for he knew his
chum's activities led along all three lines.
"This happens to be air."
"A new balloon?"
"Something like that. I call it my aerial warship, though."
"Aerial warship, Tom! That sounds rather dangerous!"
"It will be dangerous, too, if I can get it to work. That's what it's
intended for."
"But a warship of the air!" cried Ned. "You can't mean it. A warship
carries guns, mortars, bombs, and--"
"Yes, I know," interrupted Tom, "and I appreciate all that when I called
my newest craft an aerial warship."
"But," objected Ned, "an aircraft that will carry big guns will be so
large that--"
"Oh, mine is large enough," Tom broke in.
"Then it's finished!" cried Ned eagerly, for he was much interested in
his chum's inventions.
"Well, not exactly," Tom said. "But what I was going to tell you was
that all guns are not necessarily large. You can get big results with
small guns and projectiles now, for high-powered explosives come in
small packages. So it isn't altogether a question of carrying a certain

amount of weight. Of course, an aerial warship will have to be big, for
it will have to carry extra machinery to give it extra speed, and it will
have to carry a certain armament, and a large crew will be needed. So,
as I said, it will need to be large. But that problem isn't worrying me."
"Well, what is it, then?" asked Ned.
"It's the recoil," said Tom, with a gesture of despair.
"The recoil?" questioned Ned, wonderingly.
"Yes, from the guns, you know. I haven't been able to overcome that,
and, until I do, I'm afraid my latest invention will be a failure."
Ned shook his head.
"I'm afraid I can't help you any," he said. "The only thing I know about
recoils is connected with an old shotgun my father used to own.
"I took that once, when he didn't know it,"