ON THE TRACK
"What do you mean?" asked Mr.Damon."Will the electric trolley pull us to a charging station?""No, we'll not need to go to a station," answered the youth."If we can get my car to the trolley tracks I can charge my battery from there.And I think we can push the auto near enough.It's down hill, and I've got a long wire so we won't have to go too close.""Good!" cried Mr.Sharp."But attach the rope to the front of the car, Tom.Mr.Damon and I will pull it.You'll have to ride in it to steer it.""We can take turns at riding," was Tom's answer, for he did not want his companions to do all the work.
"Nonsense! You ride," said Mr.Damon."You're lighter than we are, and can steer better.It won't be any trouble at all to pull this car down hill."It proved to be an easy task, and in a short time the "dead" auto was near enough to the electric line to permit Tom to run his charging wire over to it.
"Why bless my soul!" exclaimed Mr.Damon, looking up."There's no overhead trolley wire.The car must run on storage batteries.""Third rail, more likely," was the opinion of Mr.Sharp and so it proved.
"I can charge from either the third rail or the trolley wire," declared Tom, who was insulating his hands in rubber gloves, and getting his wires ready.In a short time he had the proper connections made, and the much- needed current was soon flowing into the depleted battery, or batteries, for there were several sets, though the whole source of motive power was usually referred to as a "storage battery.""How long will it take?" asked Mr.Damon.
"About two hours," answered the lad."We'll probably have to disconnect our wires several times, whenever a trolley car comes past.By my system I can recharge the battery very quickly.
"Do you suppose the owners of the road will make any objection?" asked the balloonist.
"I'm going to pay for the current I use," explained the young inventor."I have a meter which tells how much I take."The hum of an approaching car was heard, and Tom took the wires from the third rail.The car came to a stop opposite the automobile, the passengers, as well as the crew, looking curiously at the queer racing machine.Tom explained to the conductor what was going on, and asked the fare-collector to notify those in charge of the power station that all current used would be paid for.The conductor said this would be satisfactory, he was sure, and the car proceeded, Tom resuming the charging of his battery.
Allowing plenty of reserve power to accumulate, and ****** sure that the gauge would not stick again, and deceive him, the owner of the speedy electric was soon ready to proceed again.They had been delayed a little over three hours, for they had to make several shifts, as the cars came past.
They reached their shore cottage late that night, and, after seeing that the runabout was safely locked in the big shed where the submarine had been built, they all went to bed, for they were very tired.
Tom sent word, the next day, to the managers of the race, that he would be on hand at the time stipulated, and announced that he had made part of the trip, as required, under the power of the auto itself.
