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Tom Swift and His Airship
by Victor Appleton

Contents
I - An Explosion II - Ned Sees Mysterious Men III - Whitewashed IV -
A Trial Trip V - Colliding With A Tower VI - Getting Off The Roof
VII - Andy Tries A Trick VIII - Winning a Prize IX - The Runaway
Auto X - A Bag of Tools XI - The "Red Cloud" Departs XII - Some
Startling News XIII - Mr. Damon in Danger XIV - Andy Gives the
Clue XV - Fired Upon XVI - Over a Fiery Furnace XVII - "Wanted --
For Robbery!" XVIII - Back for Vindication XIX - Wrecked XX - Tom
Gets a Clue XXI - On the Trail XXII - The Sheriff on Board XXIII -
On To the Camp XXIV - The Raid XXV - Andy Gets His Reward
Chapter 1
- An Explosion

"Are you all ready, Tom?"
"All ready, Mr. Sharp," replied a young man, who was stationed near
some complicated apparatus, while the questioner, a dark man, with a
nervous manner, leaned over a large tank.
"I'm going to turn on the gas now," went on the man. "Look out for
yourself. I'm not sure what may happen."
"Neither am I, but I'm ready for it. If it does explode it can't do much
damage."
"Oh, I hope it doesn't explode. We've had so much trouble with the
airship, I trust nothing goes wrong now."

"Well, turn, on the gas, Mr. Sharp," advised Tom Swift. "I'll watch the
pressure gauge, and, if it goes too high, I'll warn you, and you can shut
it off."
The man nodded, and, with a small wrench in his hand, went to one end
of the tank. The youth, looking anxiously at him, turned his gaze now
and then toward a gauge, somewhat like those on steam boilers, which
gauge was attached to an aluminum, cigar-shaped affair, about five feet
long.
Presently there was a hissing sound in the small frame building where
the two were conducting an experiment which meant