All around were evidences of a most tremendous explosion or
upheaval, some trees being actually shattered and others leaning over
as though ready to fall.
"Talk to me about your meteors," burst out the wondering Bud as he
saw the others coming along, "I hope to goodness one of them never
drops down on our roof at home. Just looky here what it did to the
poor old earth! That sky traveler's as big as the parsonage, I
should think."
Hugh turned to Ralph.
"No doubt about what happened now, is there?" he asked.
"Well, I should say not," came the answer, as Ralph stared down
into the hole.
"Must be some new sort of explosive they're experimenting with,"
added the patrol leader seriously; "and to look at that gap you'd
believe it beats dynamite all hollow. Drop a bomb made of that stuff
on a fort, and goodby to the whole business."
"W---what's that?" exclaimed the wondering Bud. "Do you mean to
tell me that it wasn't a meteor that made all that racket the last
two nights?"
"So far as I know," Hugh told him, "when a meteor drops down, it
buries itself in the earth and gradually cools off, for it's been
made almost red-hot by passing so swiftly through space. But it
doesn't, as a rule, burst and tear a horrible slash in the ground
like this.
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