"So that's what you call a war aeroplane, is it?" he asked eagerly.
"The company building them for the Government meant them for that
particular purpose," Lieutenant Fosdick told him.
"Then they are different from all others, I take it?" Hugh advanced.
"In many respects," was the frank reply. "In the first place they
are much stronger than the ordinary monoplane. In case an attack
is intended on the enemy's redoubts, they may be compelled to carry
heavy loads in the shape of combustibles and explosives. Besides
that, they have the recent improvements which I mentioned before as
being secret, but which will add considerably to their effectiveness.
The wires used as guys are all heavier than customary, the motor is
stronger, and the planes better able to resist shocks. I have never
seen a Santos Dumont or a Bleriot monoplane anything equal to this
new departure."
"It's almost gone out of sight already," declared Bud with a thrill
of awe in his ambitious voice.
"Yes, although my colleague was boring upward at the time we last saw
him; but the speed of that machine is marvelous. No wonder these
foreign spies take the great chances they do, hoping to learn what
Uncle Sam is up to.
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