Tom Swift and His War Tank; Or, Doing His Bit for Uncle Sam

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im, the sun slanting on the picture of the big British tank. But the young inventor did

e British armies are smashing up the Boches with, and bring it to you fresh from the mail-I even quit my Liberty Bon

t!" admitted Tom. "I wasn't thinki

sn't it great, Tom? Did you

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se. "Where? Say, Tom Swift, are

I never have seen

e a picture like this

xactly lik

g banker, who was giving much of his time to se

ent before replying.

it is a pretty go

ritz's barbed wire and dugouts and machine gun emplacements can't stand for a minute against these tanks! Why, Tom, they can crawl on their back as well as any other way, and they don't mind a shower of shrapnel or a burst of machine gun lead, any more th

there i

ied Ned. "What

ay be something

may? Sa

there may be something like them, I mean it isn't beyond the realms of possibil

on that game yourself, Tom. Say, couldn't you get up something almost as goo

Yes, Dad, I'm coming," he called, as he saw his

cture-it's one of the first allowed to get out of England, my London friend said. And instead of enthusing you're as cold

the Swift plant. Ned looked at the door which bore a notice to the effect that no o

m?" asked Ned. "

working on. It isn't in

Tom," observed Ned, as he

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went on the young banker. "Looks like a baseball field, but it would

t's for-to kee

day's quota of selling Liberty Bonds, and I've got to hust

't think that for a minute,

ound it. "I never saw him more indifferent. I wonder if Tom isn't interested in seeing Uncle Sam help win this war? That's the way it struck me. I thought surely Tom would go up in

etor that will vaporize kerosene as well as gasolene. If he has, why doesn't he offer it to Uncl

r," he mused on. "There is so

ce these are not unlike great tanks, though they are neither round nor square, being shaped, in fact, like two wedges with the

idges at the joints, and these broad belts of steel plates, like the platforms of so

caterpillar wheels, as they are called. There is also the steering apparatus, and the guns that fire on the en

ing forty-two tons, or about as much as a good-sized railroad freight car. And it is t

it, and slide down into a hole on the other side and crawl out again, on the level, or at an angle. Even if overturned, the tanks can sometimes right themselves and keep on. At the rear are trail

s. The tank is closed except for small openings out of which the guns project, and s

ns. They are useful in tearing down the barbed-wire entanglements on the Boche side of No Man's Land, and they

enthuse over these!" murmured Ned. "