"Now," said Tom, "this thing may be all right, and it may not The only thing that can cause an accident will be a flaw in the steel. No one can guard against that So, in order to be on the safe side, we will all go into the bomb-proof, and I will fire the gun from there. The wires are long enough."
They all agreed that this was good advice, and soon the steel men and Tom's friends were gathered in a sort of cave that had been hollowed out in the side of the hill, and at an angle from the big gun.
"If it does burst—which I hope it won't," said Tom, "the pieces will fly in straight lines, so we will be safe enough here. Ned, are you are ready at the instruments?"
"Yes, Tom."
"I want you to note the registered muzzle velocity. Mr. Damon, you will please read the pressure gauge. After I press the button I'm going to watch the landing of the projectile through the telescope."
The gun had been pointed, as I have said, at the farthest target—one thirty miles away, telescope sights on the giant cannon making this possible.
"All ready!" cried Tom.
"All ready," answered Ned.
