"Well, he's big enough to look after himself, that's one consolation," chuckled Mr. Damon. "I'll be right with you."
By this time Ned had run out into the hall, and, together, he and Tom sped down the corridor. They could not hear the shouts of Eradicate so plainly now, as he was on the other side of the house.
But when the two young men reached the front porch, they could hear the yells given with redoubled vigor. And, in the glare of the electric lights, Tom saw Eradicate leading along Boomerang, the old mule.
"What is it, Rad? What is it?" demanded the young inventor breathlessly.
"Trouble, Massa Tom! Dat's what it am! Trouble!"
"I know that—but what kind?"
"De worstest kind, I 'spects, Massa Tom. Listen to it!"
From the interior of the big shed, not far from the house, Tom and Ned heard a confused jumble of shouts, cries and pleadings, mingled with the rattle of pieces of metal, and the banging of bits of wood. And, above all that, like the bellowing of a bull, was noted the rumbling voice of Koku, the giant.
"Come on, Ned!" Tom cried.
"It's suah trouble, all right," went on Eradicate. "Mah mule, Boomerang, had a touch ob de colic, an' I got up t' gib him some hot drops an' walk him around, when I heard de mostest terrific racket-sound, and den I 'spected trouble was comm."