"That is a rich joke," he declared. "Possibly in the excitement of
the moment, after being knocked down by the shock, they may have
suspected that we knew of their presence and were trying to
encompass their destruction. But I am glad it happened that way.
Perhaps they may have more respect for Uncle Sam's Flying Squadron
after this, and fight shy of running their heads into trouble. I'll
have the guards at the camp doubled at night time, and any straggler
will be apt to find it pretty warm around there: I'd advise all
persons who have no business at our headquarters to give the camp a
wide berth, or something not down on the bills might happen, to their
surprise and consternation as well."
"If you haven't run across these men, sir," Hugh remarked, "of course
you could hardly say who they might be."
"I can give a pretty good guess, though," came the prompt reply. "We
have been dogged by a pair of spies on former occasions, the one a
short Jap, and the other, much taller, undoubtedly a German. Both of
them happen to be famous aviators in their own countries, which was
doubtless why they were sent out to discover what the Flying Squadron
was doing up here in secret."
"I suppose their main objects would be to learn the composition of
this latest thing in explosives, and to take note of your war aeroplane,
so as to steal the improvements," Hugh went on to say, being desirous
of learning all he could while the other was in this communicative
frame of mind.
Pages:
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89