CHAPTER XVI
A WARNING
"Whew, how it rains!" exclaimed Ned, as he looked out of the window.
"And it doesn't seem to show any signs of letting up," remarked Tom. "It's been at it nearly a week now, and it is likely to last a week longer."
"It's beastly," declared his chum. "How can you test your gun in this weather?"
"I can't. I've got to wait for it to clear."
"Bless my rubber boots! it's just got to stop some time," declared Mr. Damon. "Don't worry, Tom."
"But I don't like this delay. I have heard that General Waller has perfected a new gun—and it's a fine one, from all accounts. He has the proving grounds at Sandy Hook to test his on, and I'm handicapped here. He may beat me out."
"Oh, I hope not, Tom!" exclaimed Ned "I'm
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