TOWED BY A MULE
"Bless my gizzard! Is it anything serious?" asked Mr.Damon."Will it blow up, or anything like that?""No," replied the lad, as he leaped out of the car, and began to make an examination.Mr.Sharp assisted him.
"The motor seems to be all right," remarked the balloonist, as he inspected it.
"Yes," agreed our hero, "and the batteries have plenty of power left in them yet.The gauge shows that.I can't understand what the trouble can be, unless--" He paused in his remark and uttered an exclamation."I've found it!" he cried.
"What?" demanded the aeronaut.
"Some of the fuses blew out.I turned on too much current, and the fuses wouldn't carry it.I put them in to save the motor from being burned out, but I didn't use heavy enough ones.I see where my mistake was.""But what does it mean?" inquired Mr.Damon.
"It means that we've got to walk back home," was Tom's sorrowful answer."The car is stalled, for I haven't any extra fuses with me.""Can't you connect up the battery by using some extra wire?" asked Mr.Sharp."I have some," and he drew a coil of it from his pocket.
"I wouldn't dare to.It might be so heavy that it would carry more current than the motor could stand.I don't want to burn that out.No, I guess we'll have to walk home, or rather I will.You two can stay here until I come back with heavier fuses.I'm sorry."Tom had hardly ceased speaking, when, from around the turn in the road proceeded a voice, and, at the sound of it all three started, for the voice was saying:
"Now it ain't no use fer yo' to act dat-a-way, Boomerang.Yo' all ain't got no call t' git contrary now, jest when I wants t' git home t' mah dinner.I should t'ink you'd want t' git t' de stable, too.But ef yo' all ain't mighty keerful I'll cut down yo' rations, dat's what I'se goin' to do.G'lang, now,dat's a good feller.Ho! Ho! I knowed dat'd fetch yo' all.When yo' all wiggles yo' ears dat-a-way, dat's a suah sign yo' all is gwine t' move."Then followed the sound of a rattletrap of a wagon approaching."Eradicate! It's Eradicate!" exclaimed Tom.
"And his mule, Boomerang!" added Mr.Sharp."He's just in time!" commented Mr.Damon with a sigh of relief, as the ancient outfit, in charge of the aged colored man, came along.Eradicate had been sent to Shopton to get a load of wood for Mr.Swift, and was now returning.At the sight of the stalled auto the mule pricked up his long ears, and threw them forward.
"Whoa dar, now, Boomerang!" cried Eradicate."Doan't yo' all commence t' gittin' skittish.Dat machine ain't gwine t' hurt yo'.Why good land a' massy! Ef 'tain't Mistah Swift!" cried the colored man, as he caught sight of Tom."What's de trouble?" he asked.
"Broke down," answered the young inventor briefly."You always seem to come along when I'm in trouble, Rad.""Dat's right," assented the darkey, with a grin."Me an' trouble am ole acquaintances.Sometimes she hits me a clip on de haid, den, ag'in Boomerang, mah mule, gits it.He jest had his trouble.Got a stone under his shoe, an' didn't want t' move.Den when I did git him started he balked on me.But I'se all right now.But I suah am sorry fo' you.Can't I help yo' all, Mistah Swift?""Yes, you can, Rad," answered Tom."Drive home as fast as you can, and ask Dad to send back with you some of those fuses he'll find on my work bench.He knows what I want.Hurry there and hurry back."Eradicate shook his head doubtfully.
