TOM IS WORRIED
"Steady, all!" came in even tones from Tom Swift.Not for an instant had he lost his composure.For it was an accident, that much was certain, and one that might endanger the lives of all on board.
Above the noise of the machinery in the motor room could be heard the thrashing and banging of the broken or loose propeller- blade.Just what its condition was, could not be told, as a bulge of the gas bag hid it from the view of those gathered about the gun, which was about to be fired when the alarm was given.
"We're sinking!" cried Mr.Damon."We're going down, Tom!""That's nothing," was the cool answer."It is only for a moment.Only a few of the gas compartments can be torn.There will soon enough additional gas in the others to lift us again."And so it proved.The moment the pressure of the lifting gas in the big oiled silk and aluminum container was lowered, it started the generating machine, and enough extra gas was pumped into the uninjured compartments to compensate for the loss.
"We're not falling so fast now," observed Ned.
"No, and we'll soon stop falling altogether," calmly declared Tom."Too bad this accident had to happen, though.""It might have been much worse, my boy!" exclaimed the lieutenant."That's a great arrangement of yours--the automatic gas machine.""It's on the same principle as the air brakes of a trolley car," explained Tom, when a look at the indicators showed that the Mars had ceased falling and remained stationary in the air.Tom had also sent a signal to the engine-room to shut off the power, so that the two undamaged propellers, as well as the broken one, ceased revolving.
"In a trolley car, you see," Tom went on, when the excitement had calmed down, "as soon as the air pressure in the tanks gets below a certain point, caused by using the air for a number of applications of the brakes, it lets a magnetized bar fall, and this establishes an electrical connection,starting the air pump.The pump forces more air into the tanks until the pressure is enough to throw the pump switch out of connection, when the pump stops.I use the same thing here.""And very clever it is," said Mr.Damon."Do you suppose the danger is all over, Tom?""For the time being, yes.But we must unship that damaged propeller, and go on with the two."The necessary orders were given, and several men from the engine- room at once began the removal of the damaged blades.
As several spare ones were carried aboard one could be put on in place of the broken one, had this been desired.But Tom thought the accident a good chance to see how his craft would act with only two-thirds of her motive force available, so he did not order the damaged propeller replaced.When it was lowered to the deck it was carefully examined.
"What made it break?" Ned wanted to know.
"That's a question I can't answer," Tom replied."There may have been a defect in the wood, but I had it all carefully examined before I used it."The propeller was one of the "built-up" type, with alternate layers of ash and mahogany, but some powerful force had torn and twisted the blades.The wood was splintered and split, and some jagged pieces, flying off at a tangent, so great was the centrifugal force, had torn holes in the strong gas bag.
"Did something hit it; or did it hit something?" asked Ned as he saw Tom carefully examining the broken blades.
"Hard to say.I'll have a good look at this when we get back.Just now I want to finish that gun test we didn't get a chance to start.""You don't mean to say you're going to keep on, and with the balloon damaged; are you?" cried Mr.Damon, in surprise.
"Certainly--why not?" Tom replied."In warfare accidents may happen, and if the Mars can't go on, after a little damage like this, what is going to happen when she's fired on by a hostile ship? Of course I'm going on!""Bless my necktie!" ejaculated the odd man.
"That's the way to talk!" exclaimed Lieutenant Marbury."I'm with you."There really was very little danger in proceeding.The Mars was just as buoyant as before, for more gas had been automatically made, and forced into the uninjured compartments of the bag.At the same time enough sand ballast had been allowed to run out to make the weight to be lifted less in proportion to the power remaining.
True, the speed would be less, with two propellers instead of three, and the craft would not steer as well, with the torn ends of the gas bag floating out behind.But this made a nearer approach to war conditions, and Tom was always glad to give his inventions the most severe tests possible.
So, after a little while, during which it was seen that the Mars was proceeding almost normally, the matter of discharging the guns was taken up again.
