Tom and Mr. Preston had
selected the things with great care, and at the last moment the
young inventor had packed a box of his own, and said nothing about
it. Included in it were some of his own and his father's inventions,
and had one been given a glance into that same box he would have
wondered at the queer things.
"What in the world are you taking with you, anyhow?" asked Ned, of
his chum, noticing the mysterious box.
"'You'll see, if we ever get to giant land," replied Tom with a
smile.
"How long before we can start?" asked Mr. Damon, late that day, when
most of the hard work had been finished. He was as anxious and as
eager as either of the youths to make a start.
"We ought to be ready at least a week from to-day," replied Tom,
"and perhaps sooner."
"Sooner, if you can make it," suggested Mr. Preston. "The steamer
sails a week from to-day, and if you miss that one you'll have to
wait two weeks more."
"Then a week from to-day we'll sail," decided Tom, with emphasis.
"We'll work nights getting things in shape."
Really, though, not much more remained to be done, and the next day
Mr.
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