Hook and witness the test of this new big cannon. You can come
along, if you like."

"Well, I sure will like. When is it?"

"Oh, in about a week. I'll have to look--"

"'Scuse me, Massa Tom," broke in Eradicate, as he put his head
through the half-opened office door. "'Scuse me, but dere's a
express gen'men outside, wif his auto truck, an' he's got some
packages fo' yo' all, marked 'dangerous--explosive--an' keep away
fom de fire.' He want t' know what he all gwine t' do wif 'em,
Massa Tom?"

"Do with 'em? Oh, I guess it's that new giant powder I sent
for. Why, Eradicate, have him bring 'em right in here."

"Yais, sah, Massa Tom. Dat's all right; but he jest can't bring
'em in," and Eradicate looked behind him somewhat apprehensively.

"Can't bring 'em in? Why not, I'd like to know?" exclaimed Tom.
"He's paid for it."

"'Scuse me, Massa Tom," said the colored man, "but dat express
gen'men can't bring dem explosive powder boxes in heah, 'case as
how his autermobile hab done ketched fire an' he cain't get near
it nohow. Dat's why, Massa Tom!"

"Caesar's ghost!" yelled the young inventor. "The auto on fire,
and that powder in it! Come on Ned!" and he made a rush for the