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<h3> CHAPTER XIV </h3>
<h3> A GREAT RUN </h3>
<p>Boomerang did not belie the reputation Eradicate had given him as a
beast of strength. Though the electric runabout was heavy, the mule
managed to move it along the road at a fair speed, with the four
occupants. Perhaps the animal knew that at the end of his journey a
good feed awaited him. At any rate they were soon within sight of the
Swift home.</p>
<p>Mr. Damon and Mr. Sharp refrained from making any comments that might
hurt Tom's feelings, for they realized the chagrin felt by the young
inventor in having his apparatus go back on him at the first trial. But
our hero was not the kind of a lad who is disheartened by one failure,
or even half a dozen.</p>
<p>The humor of the situation appealed to him, and, as he turned the auto
into the driveway, and noticed Boomerang's long ears waving to and fro,
he laughed.</p>
<p>The lad insisted on putting new fuses in the car before he ate his
dinner, and then, satisfied that the motor was once more in running
order, he partook of a hasty meal, and began making several changes
which he had decided were desirable. He finished them in time to go for
a little run in the car all alone on a secluded road late that
afternoon.</p>
<p>Tom returned, with eyes shining, and cheeks flushed with elation.</p>
<p>"Well, how did it go? asked his father.</p>
<p>"Fine! Better than I expected," responded his son enthusiastically.
"When it gets to running smoothly I'll pass anything on the road."</p>
<p>"Don't be too sure," cautioned Mr. Swift, but Tom only smiled.</p>
<p>There was still much to do on the electric runabout, and Tom spent the
next few days in adjusting the light steel wind-shield, that was to
come down over the driver's seat. He also put in a powerful electric
search-light, which was run by current from the battery, and installed
a new speedometer and an instrument to tell how much current he was
using, and how much longer the battery would run without being
exhausted. This was to enable him to know when to begin recharging it.
When the current was all consumed it was necessary to store more in the
battery. This could be done by attaching wires from a dynamo, or, in an
emergency by tapping an electric light wire in the street. But as the
battery would enable the car to run many miles on one charging, Tom did
not think he would ever have to resort to the emergency charging
apparatus. He had a new system for this, one that enabled him to do the
work in much less than the usual time.</p>
<p>With his new car still unpainted, and rather rough and crude in
appearance, the lad started out alone one morning, his father and Mr.
Sharp having declined to accompany him, on the plea of business to
attend to, and Mr. Damon not being at the Swift house.</p>
<p>Tom rode about for several hours, giving his car several severe tests
in the way of going up hills, and speeding on the level. He was
proceeding along a quiet country road, in a small town about fifteen
miles from Shopton, when, as he flashed past the small railroad
station, he saw a familiar figure standing on the platform.</p>
<p>"Why, Ned!" called Tom, "what are you doing over here?"</p>
<p>"I might ask the same thing of you. Is that your new car? It doesn't
look very new."</p>
<p>"Yes, this is it. I haven't had a chance to paint and varnish it yet.
But you ought to see it go. What are doing here, though?"</p>
<p>"I came over on some bank business. A customer here had some bonds he
wanted to dispose of and I came for them. You see we're enlarging our
business since the new bank started."</p>
<p>"Has it hurt your bank any?"</p>
<p>"Not yet, but Foger and his associates are trying hard to make us lose
money. Say, did you ever see such a place as this? I've got to wait two
hours for a train back to Shopton."</p>
<p>"No you haven't."</p>
<p>"Why not? Have they changed the timetable since I came over this
morning?"</p>
<p>"No, but you can ride back with me. I'm going, and I'll show you what
my new electric car can do."</p>
<p>"Good!" cried the young bank cashier. "You're just in time. I was
wondering how I could kill two hours, but now I'll get in your new car
and—"</p>
<p>"And maybe we'll kill a few chickens, or a dog or two when we get her
speeded up," put in Tom, with a laugh in which Ned joined.</p>
<p>The two lads, seated in the front part of the auto, were soon moving
down the hard highway. Suddenly Tom pulled a lever and the steel
wind-shield came sliding down from the top case, meeting the forward
battery compartment, and forming a sort of slanting roof over the heads
of the two occupants.</p>
<p>"Here! What's this?" cried Ned.</p>
<p>"We're going to hit it up in a few minutes," replied the young
inventor, "and I want to reduce the wind resistance."</p>
<p>"Oh, I thought maybe we were going through a bombardment. It's all
right, go ahead, don't mind me. I'm game."</p>
<p>There was a celluloid window in the steel wind-shield, and through this
the lads could observe the road ahead of them.</p>
<p>As they swung along it, the speed increasing, Ned saw an auto ahead of
them.</p>
<p>"Whose car is that?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Don't know," replied Tom. "We'll be up to it in about half a minute,
though."</p>
<p>As the electric runabout, more dilapidated looking than ever from the
layer of dust that covered it, passed the other auto, which was a
powerful car, the solitary occupant of it, a middle-aged man, looked to
one side, and, seeing the queer machine, remarked:</p>
<p>"You fellows are going the wrong way to the junk heap. Turn around."</p>
<p>"Is that so?" asked Tom, his eyes flashing at the cheap wit of the man.
"Why we came out here to show you the way!"</p>
<p>"Do you want to race?" asked the man eagerly, too eagerly, Ned thought.
"I'll give you a brush, if you do, and a handicap into the bargain."</p>
<p>"We don't need it," replied the young inventor quickly.</p>
<p>"I'll wager fifty dollars I can beat you bad on this three-mile
stretch," went on the autoist. "How about it?"</p>
<p>"I'll race you, but I don't bet," answered Tom, a bit stiffly.</p>
<p>"Oh, be a sport," urged the man.</p>
<p>Tom shook his head. He had slowed down his machine, and was running
even with the gasolene car now. He noticed that it was a new one, of
six cylinders, and looked speedy. Perhaps he was foolish to pit his
untried car against it. Yet he had confidence in his battery and motor.</p>
<p>"Well, we'll race for the fun of it then," went on the man. "Do you
want a handicap?"</p>
<p>Tom shook his head again, and there came around his mouth a grim look.</p>
<p>"All right," assented the other. "Only you're going to be beat badly. I
never saw an electric car yet that could do anything except to crawl
along."</p>
<p>"You're going to see one now," was all the retort Tom permitted himself.</p>
<p>"Here we go then!" cried the man, and he gave his gear handle a yank,
and shoved over the sparking and gasolene levers.</p>
<p>His car instantly shot ahead, and went "chug chugging" down the road in
a cloud of dust. At the same moment Tom, in answer to a look from Ned,
who feared his friend was going to be left behind, turned more power
into the motor. The humming, purring sound increased and the electric
car forged ahead.</p>
<p>"Can you catch him?" asked Ned.</p>
<p>"Watch," was all Tom said.</p>
<p>The hum of the motor became a sort of whine, and the electric rapidly
acquired speed. It crept up on the gasolene car, as an express train
overtakes a freight, and the man, looking back, and expecting to see
his rival far behind was surprised to note the queer looking vehicle
lapping his rear wheels.</p>
<p>"Well, you are coming on, aren't you?" he asked. "Maybe you'll keep up
now!" He shifted the gears, using a little more gasolene. For a moment
his car opened a wide gap between it and Tom's, but the young inventor
had only begun to race. Still louder purred the motor, and in a few
minutes Tom was running on even terms with his competitor. The man
looked annoyed, and tried, by the skilful use of gasolene and sparking
levers, to leave Tom behind. But the electric held her own.</p>
<p>"I've got to go the limit I see," remarked the man at last, glancing
sideways at the other car. "I'll tell 'em you're coming," he added,
"though I must say your electric does better than any of its kind I
ever came across."</p>
<p>"I'm not done yet," was the comment of our hero. But the man did not
hear him, for he was yanking into place the lever that enabled him to
run on direct drive for fourth speed.</p>
<p>Forward shot his car, and, for perhaps a quarter of a mile it led. The
racers were almost at the end of the three-mile level stretch of road,
and if Tom was going to win the impromptu contest it seemed high time
he began.</p>
<p>"Can you catch him?" asked Ned anxiously.</p>
<p>"Watch," was his chum's reply. "I haven't used my high speed gear yet.
I'm afraid the fuses won't stand it, but here goes for a try, anyhow."</p>
<p>He threw over a switch, changed a lever and then, having pushed into
place the last gear, he grasped the steering wheel more firmly.</p>
<p>There was need of it, for, in an instant, the electric runabout, with
the motors fairly roaring, swept up the road, after the gasolene car
that was almost hidden from sight in a cloud of dust. Faster and faster
went Tom's car. The young inventor was listening with critical ear to
the song of the machinery. He wanted to learn if it was running sweet
and true, for that is how a careful mechanic tests his apparatus. Foot
by foot the distance between the two cars lessened. Now the electric
was lapping the rear wheels of the gasolene machine, but the driver did
not know it. His whole attention was on the road ahead of him.</p>
<p>"Half a mile more!" cried Ned, naming the distance which yet remained
of the straight stretch. "Can you do it, Tom?"</p>
<p>His chum nodded. He shoved the controller handle over to the last
notch, and then waited an anxious second. Would the fuse carry the
extra load? It seemed so, for there was a slight increase of power.</p>
<p>An instant later Tom gave a sudden twist to the steering wheel. It was
well that he did, for he was passing the gasolene car dangerously
close. Then he was ahead of it, and in a second he was three lengths in
advance.</p>
<p>Desperately the man opened his muffler, and sought to gain by this
advantage, but though his car gave off explosions like a battery of
guns in action, he could not gain on Tom. The electric shot around a
curve in the road, winner of the impromptu race by an eighth of a mile.</p>
<p>"Well," asked Tom of his chum, as he slowed down, for the road now was
not so good, "did I do it?"</p>
<p>"You certainly did. Whew! But we did scoot along?"</p>
<p>"Eighty miles an hour there one spell," went on the young inventor,
glancing at a gauge. "But I've got to do better than that to win the
big race."</p>
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