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"I'm glad of it!" answered the young inventor, heartily. "Glad for your sake, Mr. Peterson."
"You must come and see the mine--your mine, Tom, for it never would have been rediscovered had it not been for your giant cannon, that made the longest shot on record, so I'm told."
"We will come, Mr. Peterson, just as soon as I close up matters here."
It did not take Tom long to do this. His type of cannon was formally accepted as a defense for the Panama Ca.n.a.l, and he received a fine contract to allow that type to be used by the government. His powder and projectiles, too, were adopted.
Then, one day, he and Ned, with Koku and Mr. Damon, visited the scene of the great shot. As Mr. Peterson had said, the whole top of the mountain had been blown off by the explosive sh.e.l.l, opening up the old mine. While it was not quite as rich as Mr. Peterson had glowingly painted, still there was a fortune in it, and Mr. Swift got back a substantial sum for his investment.
"And now for the good old U. S. A.!" cried Tom, as they got ready to go back home. "I'm going to take a long rest, and the only thing I'm going to invent for the next six months is a new potato slicer." But whether Tom kept his words can be learned by reading the next volume of this series.
"Bless my hand towel!" cried Mr. Damon. "I think you are ent.i.tled to a rest, Tom."
"That's what I say," agreed Ned.
"I'll take care ob him--I'll take care ob Ma.s.sa Tom," put in Eradicate, as he cast a quick look at Koku. "Giants am all right fo' cannon wuk, but when it comes t' comforts Ma.s.sa Tom gwine t' 'pend on ole 'Radicate; ain't yo' all, Ma.s.sa Tom?"
"I guess so, Rad!" exclaimed the young inventor, with a laugh. "Is dinner ready?"
"It suah am, Ma.s.sa Tom, an' I 'specially made some oh dat frica.s.seed chicken yo' all does admire so much. Plenty of it, too, Ma.s.sa Tom."
"That's good, Rad," put in Ned. "For we'll all be hungry after that trip to the island. That sure was a great shot Tom--thirty-three miles!"
"Yes, it went farther than I thought it would," replied Tom. And now, as they are taking a closing meal at Panama, ready to return to the United States, we will take leave of Tom Swift and his friends.
