Bud, however, seemed to be uneasy. Perhaps it was on account of his
anxiety to have the morrow come, when he could improve on the trial
of his model aeroplane. Then again it might have been that the
attempted larceny of his precious plan wore upon his mind.
Be that as it may, every little while he would go to the door and
step outside.
It might have been the fourth time he did this that he thrust his
head inside again and called to the others to join him.
"That clatter of machinery is hanging around again, Hugh!" he said,
excitedly. "Perhaps you'll be able to tell me whatever it means,
and if we could really hear the working of the mills all these miles
away!"
CHAPTER VII
BUD'S METEOR
Both scouts hurried out to join Bud. They found him standing there
with his head cocked on one side, apparently listening as hard as
he could.
Indeed it did not require any especial gift of hearing to catch the
strange noises spoken of by the ambitious inventor. They seemed to
be close at hand and constantly growing louder all the time. Just
as Bud had declared, the racket was undoubtedly caused by some sort
of machinery.
Hugh immediately made an important discovery.
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