Tom Swift and His Submarine Boat, Or, Under the Ocean for Sunken Treasure

Publisher Marketing: There was a rushing, whizzing, throbbing noise in the air. A great body, like that of some immense bird, sailed along, casting a grotesque shadow on the ground below. An elderly man, who was seated on the porch of a large house, started to his feet in alarm. Gracious goodness What was that, Mrs. Baggert? he called to a motherly-looking woman who stood in the doorway. What happened? Nothing much, Mr. Swift, was the calm reply I think that was Tom and Mr. Sharp in their airship, that's all. I didn't see it, but the noise sounded like that of the Red Cloud.