bandage.
âJust a second,â said Danny.
âWhat is it?â
âWell, youâre not going to believe this, but my blood tastes like lemonade.â
âWhat?â Joe cried.
Irene said, âOh, I know why. âTisnât blood. Donât you remember last night when Mr. Elswing came to visit us? You were so startled, you dropped your glass of lemonade and it spilled all over IT. Thatâs whatâs on your finger.â
Danny was already inspecting the machineâs metal case, and mumbling to himself. Then he said, âAha!â
âAha?â said Joe. âIs that good or bad?â
âBoth.â Danny pointed to the side of the case. âThis is all smooth metal. I wondered where I could have cut my finger. Now I see âthereâs a crack in the metal, right here.â
âA crack?â said Irene. âAhâwhen Vanderbilt grabbed the wagon, and it fell over. Right?â
Danny snapped his fingers. âIf the case is cracked, something inside may be broken.â
âHere we go again,â Joe muttered.
Paying no attention, Danny peered into the maze of machinery. Wires led from the knife switch on the back plate to a six-volt wet-cell battery inside. Danny reached in, and slid the battery out.
âI was right!â he chortled.
Irene bent over to look at the battery. On the top of it were three plastic caps which covered the openings to the battery cells. When these caps were removed, distilled water could be poured into the battery. One of the caps was cracked almost in two.
âYou see,â Danny went on, âwhen the case fell off the wagon, it must have hit the rock and cracked. This cap broke at the same time, and the acid spilled out of the cell of the battery. Iâll bet you anything, thatâs why the machine wonât work.â
âItâs worth trying,â said Irene. âIs there another battery around?â
âLook on those bottom shelves,â Danny directed. âIâll unhook the cables.â
He did so, and Irene quickly found another battery and brought it over. Danny fastened the cables to it, and put it back in place. Without bothering to refasten the back plate, he closed the switch.
âThere!â said Irene. âThe tubes are glowing.â
âYouâre right. Weâre back in business.â
âNow, I wonderââ Irene began.
She was interrupted by a muffled cry from Joe.
He was waving his arms helplessly. The two rays met at his head, and from the neck up he was lost in a thick, white fog.
âGet me out of here!â he yelled. âWhere am I?â
Danny opened the switch, and the fog thinned and faded away, leaving Joeâs hair wet and his face dripping.
âWelcome back, Chief Rain-in-the-Face,â Danny laughed. âStay away from the sink, from now on.â
âWell, itâs working, anyway,â said Irene. âWhat about that crack, Dan? How can we fix it?â
âProfessor Bullfinch isnât due home until lunchtime, at the earliest,â Danny replied. âSo tomorrow weâll take the machine to Mr. Krantz, the welder, right after breakfast. He can fix it.â
âYes, and this time weâll tie it down on the wagon,â said Joe, mopping his face with his handkerchief.
âIâll bring over a roll of wire.â Irene put a hand on Dannyâs arm. âDan,â she said, âI want to ask you something.â
âWhat?â
âYou are going to tell the Professor what happened, arenât you?â
Danny bit his lip. Then he said bravely, âOf course I am. Thereâs no use trying to duck out on it. Maybe when he finds out we can make midget rainstorms with it, heâll forgive me.â But in his heart, Dan knew that the Professor would be disappointed in him for not using self-disciplineâand knew, too, that this disappointment would be justified.
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