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nbsp; </p> <p><span id=3D"content">approximately nine hundred miles.=
But as the Bellaconda was a coasting steamer, and would make several stops=
on her trip, it would be more than a week before our friends would land at=
Callao, then to proceed to Lima, where they expected to remain a day or so=
before striking into the interior to where the tunnel was being bored thro=
ugh the mountain. The first day was spent in getting settled, becoming used=
to their new surroundings, finding their places and neighbors at table, an=
d in making acquaintances. There were some interesting men and women aboard=
the Bellaconda, and Tom Swift, Mr. Damon and Mr. Titus soon made friends w=
ith them. This usually came about through the medium of Koku, the giant. Pe=
rsons seeing him would inquire about him, and when they learned he was Tom =
Swift' s helper it was an easy topic with which to open conversation. Tom t=
old, modestly enough, how he had come to get Koku in his escape from captiv=
ity, but Mr. Damon was not so simple in describing Tom' s feats, so that be=
fore many days had passed our hero found himself regarded as a personage of=
considerable importance, which was not at all to his liking. " But bl=
ess my fountain pen!" cried Mr. Damon, When Tom objected to so much no=
toriety. " You did it all; didn' t you?" " Yes, I know. But =
these people won' t believe it." " Oh, yes they will!" said =
the odd man. " I' ll take good care that they believe it." "=
If any one say it not so, you tell me!" broke Koku, shaking his huge =
fist. " No, I guess I' d better keep still," said Tom, with a lau=
gh. The weather was pleasant, if we except a shower or two, and as the vess=
el proceeded south, tropical clothing became the order of the day, while al=
l who could, spent most of their time on deck under the shade of awnings. &=
quot; Did you ever hear anything more of that fellow, Waddington?" ask=
ed Tom of Mr. Titus one day. " Not a thing. He seems to have dropped o=
ut of sight." " And are your rivals, Blakeson & Grinder, maki=
ng any trouble?" " Not that I' ve heard of. Though just what the =
situation may be down in Peru I don' t know. I fancy everything isn' t goin=
g just right or my brother would not be so anxious for me to come on in suc=
h a hurry." " Do you anticipate any real trouble?" Mr. Titus=
paused a moment before answering. " Well, yes," he said, finally=
, " I do!" " What sort?" asked Tom. " That I can' =
t say. I' ll be perfectly frank with you, Tom. You know I told you at the t=
ime that we were in for difficulties. I didn' t want you to go into this th=
ing blindly." " Oh, I' m not afraid of trouble," Tom hastene=
d to assure his friend. " I' ve had more or less of it in my life, and=
I' m willing to meet it again. Only I like to know what kind it is." =
" Well, I can' t tell you--exactly," went an the tunnel contracto=
r. " Those rivals of ours, Blakeson & Grinder, are unscrupulous fe=
llows. They feel very bitter about not getting the contract, I hear. And th=
ey would be only too glad to have us fail in the work. That would mean that=
they, as the next lowest bidders, would be given the job. And we would hav=
e to make up the difference out of our pockets, as well as lose all the wor=
k we have, so far, put on the tunnel." " And you don' t want that=
to happen!" " I guess not, my boy! Well, it won' t happen if we =
get there in time with this new explosive of yours. That will do the busine=
ss I' m sure." " I hope so," murmured Tom. " Well, we' =
ll soon see. And now I think I' ll go and write a few letters. We are going=
to put in at Panama, and I can mail them there." Tom started for his =
stateroom, and rapidly put his hand in the inner pocket of his coat. He dre=
w out a bundle of letters and papers, and, as he looked at them, a cry of a=
stonishment came from his lips. " What' s the matter?" asked Mr. =
Titus. " Matter!" cried Tom. " Why here' s a letter from Mar=
y--from Mr. Nestor," he went on, as he scanned the familiar handwritin=
g. " I never opened it! Let' s see--when did I get that?" His mem=
ory went back to the day of his departure from Shopton when he had sent Mar=
y the gift, and he recalled that the letter had arrived just as he was gett=
ing into the automobile. " I stuck it in my pocket with some other mai=
l," he mused, " and I never thought of it again until just now. B=
ut this is the first time I' ve worn this coat since that day. A letter fro=
m Mr. Nestor! Probably Mary wrote, thanking me for the box, and her father =
addressed the envelope for her. Well, let' s see what it says." Tom re=
tired to the privacy of his stateroom to read the note, but he had not glan=
ced over more than the first half of it before he cried out: " Dynamit=
e! Great Scott! What does this mean? ' Gross carelessness! Poor idea of a j=
oke! No person with your idea of responsibility will ever be my son-in-law!=
' Box labeled ' open with care!' Why--why--what does it all mean?" Tom=
read the letter over again, and his murmurs of astonishment were so loud t=
hat Mr. Damon, in the next room, called out: " What' s the matter, Tom=
?" Get bad news?" " Bad news? I should say so! Mary--her fat=
her--he forbids me to see her again. Says I tried to dynamite them all--or =
at least scare them into believing I was going to. I can' t understand it!&=
quot; " Tell me about it, Tom," suggested Mr. Damon, coming into =
Tom' s stateroom. " Bless my gunpowder keg! what does it mean?" T=
hereupon Tom told of having purchased the gift for Mary, and of having, at =
the last minute, told Eradicate to put it in a box and deliver it at the Ne=
stor home. " Which he evidently did," Tom went on, " but whe=
n it got there Mary' s present was in a box labeled ' Dynamite. Handle with=
care.' I never sent that." Mr. Damon read over Mr. Nestor' s letter w=
hich had lain so long in Tom' s pocket unopened. " I think I see how i=
t happened," said the old man. " Eradicate can' t read; can he, T=
om?" " No, but he pretends he can." " And did you have =
any empty boxes marked dynamite in your laboratory?" " Why yes, I=
believe I did. I used dynamite as one of the ingredients of my new explosi=
ve." " Well then, it' s as clear as daylight. Eradicate, being un=
able to read, took one of the empty dynamite boxes in which to pack Mary' s=
present. That' s how it happened." Tom thought for a moment. Then he =
burst into a laugh. " That' s it," he said, a bit ruefully. "=
; That' s the explanation. No wonder Mr. Nestor was roiled. He thought I wa=
s playing a joke. I' ll have to explain. But how?" " By letter,&q=
uot; said Mr. Damon. " Too slow. I' ll send a wireless," decided =
Tom, and he began the composition of a message that cost him considerable i=
n tolls before he had hit on the explanation that suited him. " That o=
ught to clear the atmosphere," he said when the wireless had shot his =
message into the ether. " Whew! And to think, all this while, Mary and=
her folks have believed that I tried to play a miserable joke on them! My!=
My! I wonder if they' ll ever forgive me. When I get hold of Eradicate--&q=
uot; " Better teach him to read if he' s going to do up love packages,=
" interrupted Mr. Damon, dryly. " I will," decided the young=
inventor. The Bellaconda stopped at Panama and then kept on her way south.=
Soon after that she ran into a severe tropical storm, and for a time there=
was some excitement among the passengers. The more timid of them put on li=
fe preservers, though the captain and his officers assured them there was n=
o danger. Tom and Mr. Titus, descending from the deck, whence they had been=
warned by one of the mates, were on their way to their stateroom, walking =
with some difficulty owing to the roll of the ship. As they approached thei=
r quarters the door of a stateroom farther up the passage opened, and a hea=
d was thrust out. " Will you send a steward to me?" a man request=
ed. " I am feeling very ill, and need assistance." " Certain=
ly," Tom answered, and at that moment he heard Mr. Titus utter an excl=
amation. " What is it?" asked Tom, for the man who had appealed f=
or help, had withdrawn his head. " That--that man!" exclaimed the=
contractor. " That was Waddington, the tool of our rivals." &quo=
t; Waddington!" repeated Tom, with a look at the now closed door. &quo=
t; Why, the bearded man has that stateroom--the bearded man who so nearly l=
ost the steamer. He isn' t Waddington!" " And I tell you Waddingt=
on is in that room!" insisted the contractor. " I only saw the up=
per part of his face, but I' d know his eyes anywhere. Waddington is spying=
on us!" Chapter IV The Bomb Tom Swift and Mr. Titus withdrew a little=
way down the corridor, around a bulkhead and out of sight of any one who m=
ight look out from the stateroom whence had come the appeal for help. But, =
at the same time, they could keep watch over it. " I tell you Waddingt=
on is in there!" insisted Mr. Titus, hoarsely whispering. " Well,=
perhaps he may be," admitted Tom. " But several times I have see=
n the bearded man going in there, and it' s only a single stateroom, for it=
' s so marked on the deck plan." " Waddington might be disguised =
with a false beard, Tom." " Yes, he might. But did the man who ju=
st now looked out have a beard?" " I couldn' t tell, as I saw onl=
y the upper part of his face. But those were Waddington' s shifty eyes, I' =
m positive." " If Waddington were on board don' t you suppose you=
would have seen him before this?" " Not positively, no. If he an=
d the bearded man are one and the same that would account for it. But I hav=
en' t noticed the bearded man once since he came aboard in such a hurry.&qu=
ot; " Nor have I, now that I come to think of it," Tom admitted. =
" However, there is an easy way to prove who is in there." "=
How?" " We' ll knock on the door and go in." " Perhaps=
he won' t let us." " He' ll think it' s the steward he called fo=
r. Come, you know Waddington better than I do. You knock and go in." &=
quot; I don' t know Waddington very well," admitted the contractor. &q=
uot; I have only seen him a few times, but I am sure that was he. But what =
shall I do when he sees I' m not the steward?" " Tell him you hav=
e sent for one. I' ll go with the message, so it will be true enough. Even =
if you have only a momentary glance at him in close quarters you ought to b=
e able to tell whether or not he has on a false beard, and whether or not i=
t is Waddington." Mr. Titus considered for a moment, and then he said:=
" Yes, I guess that is a good plan. You go for the steward, Tom, and =
I' ll see if I can get in that stateroom. But I' m sure I' m not mistaken. =
I' ll find Waddington in there, perhaps in the person of the bearded man, d=
isguised. Or else they are using a single stateroom as a double one." =
And while Tom went off down the pitching and rolling corridor to find a ste=
ward, Mr. Titus, not without some apprehension, advanced to knock on the do=
or of the suspect. " If it is Waddington he' ll know me at once, of co=
urse," thought the contractor, " and there may be a row. Well, I =
can' t help it. The success of my brother and myself depends on finishing t=
hat tunnel, and we can' t have Waddington, and those whose tool he is, inte=
rfering. Here goes!" He tapped on the door, and a faint voice called: =
" Come in!" The contractor entered, and saw the bearded man lying=
in his berth. " Is there anything I can do for you?" asked the c=
ontractor, bending close over the man. He wanted to see if the beard were f=
alse. Somewhat to his surprise the contractor saw that undoubtedly it was r=
eal. " Steward, will you kindly get me--Oh, you' re not the steward!&q=
uot; the bearded man exclaimed. " No, my friend and I heard you call,&=
quot; replied the contractor. " He has gone for the steward, who will =
be here soon. Can I do anything for you in the meanwhile?" " No--=
not a thing!" was the rather snappish answer, and the man turned his f=
ace away. " I beg your pardon," he went on, as if conscious that =
he had acted rudely, " but I am suffering very much. The steward knows=
just what I want. I have had these attacks before. I am a poor sailor. If =
you will send the steward to me I will be obliged to you. He can fix me up.=
" " Very well," assented Mr. Titus. " But if there is a=
nything I can do --" At that moment footsteps and voices were heard in=
the corridor, and as the door of the bearded man' s stateroom was opened, =
Mr. Titus had a glimpse of Tom and one of the stewards. " Yes, I' ll l=
ook after him," the steward said " He' s been this way before. Th=
ank you, sir, for calling me." " I guess the steward has been wel=
l tipped," thought Tom. As Mr. Titus came out and the door was shut, t=
he young inventor asked in a whisper " Well, was it be?" The cont=
ractor shook his head. " No," he answered. " I never was mor=
e surprised in my life. I felt sure it was Waddington in there, but it wasn=
' t. That man' s beard is real, and while he has a look like Waddington abo=
ut the eyes and upper part of his face, the man is a stranger to me. That i=
s I think so, but in spite of all that, I have a queer feeling that I have =
met him before." " Where?" Tom inquired. " That I can' =
t say," and the tunnel contractor shook his head. " Whew! That wa=
s a bad one!" he exclaimed, as the steamer pitched and tossed in an al=
arming manner. " Yes, the storm seems to be getting worse instead of b=
etter," agreed Tom. " I hope none of the cargo shifts and comes b=
anging up against my new explosive. If it does, there' ll be no more tunnel=
digging for any of us." " Better not mention the fact of the exp=
losives on board," suggested Mr. Titus. " I won' t," promise=
d Tom. " The passengers are frightened enough as it is. But I watched =
the powder being stored away. I guess it is safe." The storm raged for=
two days before it began to die away. Meanwhile, nothing was seen, on deck=
or in the dining cabins, of the bearded man. Tom and Mr. Titus made some g=
uarded inquiries of the steward who had attended the sick man, and from him=
learned that he was down on the passenger list as Senor Pinto, from Rio de=
Janeiro, Brazil. He was traveling in the interests of a large firm of coff=
ee importers of the United States, and was going to Lima. </span></p>  =
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