Curious was the sight that met the gaze of Tom Swift and Mr.Wakefield Damon as they rounded the corner of the house and looked into the newly spaded garden.There stood the giant, Koku, holding aloft in the air, by one hand, the form of the struggling colored man, Eradicate Sampson.And Eradicate was vainly trying to get at his enemy and rival, but was prevented by the long- distance hold the giant had on him.
"Yo' let me go, now! Yo' let me go, big man cried Eradicate."Ef yo' don't I'll bust yo' wide open, dat's whut I'll do! An' 'sides, I'll tell Massa Tom on yo', dat's whut I'll do!""Ho! You tell--I let you fall!" threatened Koku.
His threat was dire enough, for such was his size and strength that he held the colored man nearly nine feet from the ground, and a fall from that distance would seriously jar Eradicate, if it did nothing else.The colored man's eyes opened wide as he heard what Koku said, and then he cried:
"Let me down! Let me down, an' I won't say nuffin!""An' you let me scatter dirt?" asked Koku.for such was the giant's idea of working in the garden.
"Yes, yo' kin scatter de dirt seben ways from Sunday fo' all I keers!" conceded Eradicate.Then, as he was lowered to the ground, he and the giant turned and saw Mr.Damon and Tom approaching.
"What's wrong?" asked the young inventor.
"'Scuse me, Massa Tom," began Eradicate, "but didn't yo' tell me to spade de garden?""I guess I did," admitted Tom Swift.
"An' you tell me help--yes?" questioned Koku.
"Well, I thought it would be a little too much for you, Rad," said Tom, gently."I thought perhaps you'd like help.""Hu! Not him, anyhow!" declared the colored man in great disgust."When I git so old dat I cain't spade a garden, den me an' Boomerang, we- all gwine to die, dat's all I got to say.I was a-spadin' my part ob de garden, Massa Tom, same laik Mr.Damon done tole me to, an' dish yeah big mess ob bones steps on my side ob de middle an--""Him too slow.Koku scatter dirt twice times so fast!" declared the giant, whose English was not much better than Eradicate's.
"Yes, I see," said Tom."You are so strong, Koku, that you finished your part before Eradicate did.Well, it was good of you to want to help him."At this the giant grinned at his rival.
"At the same time," went on Tom, winking an eye at Mr.Damon, "Eradicate knows a little more about garden work, on account of having done it so many years.""Ha! Whut I tell yo', Giant!" boasted the colored man.It was his turn to smile.
"And so," went on Tom, judicially, "I guess I'll let Rad finish spading the garden, and you, Koku, can come and help me lift some heavy engine parts.Mr.Damon wants to explain something to me.""Ha! Nothing what so heavy Koku not lift!" boasted the giant.
"Go on! Lift yo'se'f 'way from heah!" muttered Eradicate as he picked up his dropped spade.And then, with a smile of satisfaction, he fell to work in the mellow soil while Tom led Koku to one of the shops where he set him to lifting heavy motor parts about in order to get at a certain machine that was stored away in the back of one of the rooms.
"That will keep him busy," said the young inventor."And now, Mr.Damon, I can listen to you.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.""Exactly," said Mr.Damon."One with the propeller, or propellers, in front, and that is the tractor type.The other has the propeller in the rear, and that is the pusher type.Both good as far as they go, but I have something better.""What?" asked Tom with a smile.
"It's a Whizzer," said the eccentric man."Bless my gold tooth! but that is the best name I can think of for it.And, really, the propeller I'm thinking of inventing does whiz around.""But are you going to use a tractor or pusher type?" Tom wanted to know.
"It's a combination of both," answered Mr.Damon."As it is now, Tom, you have to get an aeroplane in pretty speedy motion before it will rise from the ground, don't you?""Yes, of course.That's the principle on which an aeroplane rises and keeps aloft, by its speed in the air.As soon as that speed stops it begins to fall, or volplane, as we call it.""Exactly.Now, instead of having to depend on the speed of the aeroplane for this, why not depend on the speed of the propeller --in other words, the whizzer?""Well, we do," said Tom, a bit puzzled as to what his friend was trying to get at."If the propeller didn't move the airship wouldn't rise--that is, unless it's of the balloon type.""What I mean," said Mr.Damon, "is to have an aeroplane that will move in the air the same as a boat moves in the water.You don't have to get the propeller of a boat racing around at the rate of a million revolutions a minute, more or less, before your boat will travel, do you? If the engine turns the screw, or propeller, just over say fifty times a minute you would get some motion of the boat, wouldn't you?""Why, yes, some," admitted Tom.
"And what causes it?" asked Mr.Damon, anticipating a triumph.
"The resistance of the water to the blades of the screw, or propeller," answered Tom.
