CHAPTER XIX
WEAK GIANTS
A great silence followed the letting off of the fireworks—silence and darkness—and even the circus man ceased to shout. He wanted to see what the effect would be. So did Tom and the others. When their eyes had become used to the gloom again, after the glare of the rockets and bombs, the young inventor said:
"Look out of the windows, Ned, and see if our guards have run away."
Ned did as requested, but for a few seconds he could make out nothing. Then he cried out:
"They've gone, but they're coming back again, and there are twice as many. I guess they don't want us to escape, Tom, for fear we may do a lot of damage."
"Bless my hitching post!" cried Mr. Damon. "The guards doubled? We are in a predicament, Tom."
"Yes, I'm afraid so. The fireworks didn't just have the effect I expected. I thought they'd be
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