The German officer was occasionally seen about the place where the gun was mounted, but he appeared to take only an ordinary interest in it. Tom began to feel more than ever that perhaps his suspicions were unfounded.
Some officials high in government affairs had arrived at Colon in anticipation of the test, which, to Tom's delight, had attracted more attention than he anticipated. At the same time he was a bit nervous.
"Suppose it fails, Ned?" he said.
"Oh, it can't!" cried his chum. "Don't think about such a thing."
Plans had been made for a ship to be stationed near the zone of fire, to report by wireless the character of each shot, the distance it traveled, and how near it came to the target. The messages would be received at a station near the barbette, and at once reported to Tom, so that he would know how the test was progressing.
"Well, to-day tells the tale!" exclaimed the young inventor, as he got up one morning. "How's the weather, Ned?"
"Couldn't be better—clear as a bell, Tom."
"That's good. Well, let's have grub, and then go out and see how my pet is."
"Oh, I guess nothing could happen, with Koku on guard."
