So the three boys started to comb the immediate vicinity of the shack,
spreading out in something like a fan formation. They took to the
west, because all of them seemed to be of one opinion: that the
dreadful crash had come from that particular quarter.
Now and then one of them would call out or give the Wolf signal, just
to inform the others where he happened to be. In this manner some
ten minutes went by and Hugh was thinking that the explosion must
have been much further away than any of them had suspected at the
time, when Bud was heard giving tongue.
Bud, when excited, always broke loose and allowed himself free rein.
"Come this way, boys!" he was shouting gleefully. "I've run the
old meteor to earth. My stars! what a terrible hole she did make!
Must be as big as a house!"
CHAPTER VIII
UNCLE SAM'S FLYING SQUADRON
"_How---oo---ooo_!"
Ralph gave the long-drawn cry of the timber wolf as he hurried in the
direction of Bud's shouts. Hugh speedily joined him, coming from
some side quarter, and the pair were soon closing in on the other scout.
They found Bud clinging to a shattered sapling and staring down into
a gaping aperture that looked big enough for the excavation of a church
cellar.
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