able. But Koku, who, it seems, had been watcfiing the pump, saw the accident as soon as it occurred. He knew that the pump must be held down, and kept rigid, and he took the only way open to him to accomplish this.
He pressed his big hands down over the place where the bolts had broken off, and by main strength of muscle he held the bed-plate in place until the power was shut off.
"Koku, my boy, you did a great thing!" cried Tom, when he realized what had happened. You saved all our lives, and the airship as well."
"Koku glad," was the simple reply of the giant.
"But, bless my witch hazel!" cried Mr. Damon. "There's blood on your hands, Koku!"
They looked at the giant's palms. They were raw and bleeding.
"How did it happen?" asked Ned.
"Where bolts break off, iron rough-like," explained Koku.
"Rough! I should say it was!" cried Tom. "Why, he just pressed with all his might on the jagged end of the bolts. Koku, you're a hero!"
"Hero same as giant?" asked Koku, curiously.
"No, it's a heap sight better," spoke Tom, and there was a trace of tears in his eyes.
"Bless my vaseline!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, blowing his nose harder than seemed necessary.
