Even the
aeroplane has gone off where none of us can hear the motor working
any longer."
"Perhaps she dropped to the ground," remarked Bud. "There might be
another open place not far away, like the old field where we tried
out my little model this morning. And say, doesn't it strike you
as funny that just one solitary meteor should take a notion to
explode each night?"
No one answered this question, though Bud was too busy pondering on
the run of strange events that had fallen to their share of late to
notice the lack of interest his comrades seemed to take in the matter.
Once inside, they again sat around talking. It was Ralph this time
who gave utterance to a certain fact that had been in his mind, which
interested both his chums as soon as they heard it.
"I don't know," he started to say soberly, "whether either of you
happened to notice it, but there seemed to be something foreign
about the voices we heard after the big noise. Not a single word
could I understand, either, and yet they seemed to be pretty near
by."
"I didn't happen to notice that, Ralph," Hugh observed seriously;
"but if the men who spoke were your mysterious friends of the other
day, one thing is sure---they weren't the ones who sat in that
speeding monoplane.
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