"
"Then what made it, Hugh?" asked the other, evidently puzzled.
"A dropped bomb!"
"A bomb, you say? Oh, Hugh, that was why the old aeroplane kept
circling all around, wasn't it? They were picking out some place
to make a big hole! Whee! No wonder then they came up here to
this lonely place to try things out. A farmer'd be apt to kick
like a steer if he waked up some fine morning and found holes like
this in his garden or field. It's good we didn't happen to be
standing here when they dropped the bomb, as you call it."
"I had an idea of something like this last night," Hugh said; "but
thought best not to mention it until I could see my way clearer.
But now the last doubt has gone, and I know the truth."
"But Hugh, who could it be trying out this awful explosive, and
wanting to do it where no curious eyes could watch the operation?"
"I don't know that, Bud, but we can guess. It must be either some
company in the market with explosives, or else the Government itself
trying to see how the Flying Squadron, as they call their aerial arm
of the service, could work in time of actual war."
"Say, if they could drop bombs like that just, where they wanted,"
remarked Bud admiringly, "I'd pity the enemy, whether Japanese
or German or anything else.
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