General Waller, as if unable to comprehend it. "My gun burst—it is impossible!"
"But it did," spoke Admiral Woodburn, softly. "Come, you had better see the surgeon. You may be more seriously injured than you think."
"Was anyone else hurt?" asked the inventor, listlessly. He seemed to have lost all interest, for the time being.
"No one seriously, as far as we can learn," was the answer.
"What of the man who fired the gun?" inquired the General.
"He was blown high into the air," said Tom. "I saw him."
"But he is not injured beyond some bruises," put in one of the ambulance surgeons. "We have taken him to the hospital. He fell on a pile of bags that had held concrete, and they saved him. It was a miraculous escape."
"I am glad of it," said General Waller. "It is bad enough to feel that I made some mistake, causing the gun to burst; but I would never cease to reproach myself if I felt that the man who fired it was killed, or even hurt."
His friends led him away, and Tom and Ned went over to look at what remained of the great gun. Truly, the powder, expending its force in a direction not meant for it, had done terrific havoc.
