Harry had examined these--he
found they were really solid steel shot, cast like modern rifle bullets,
and calculated to penetrate, even without explosive action, when dropped
from a height.
From the first two that Dick dropped there was no result. But with the
falling of the third a hissing sound came from below, and as Dick rapidly
dropped three more the noise increased. And they could see the lights
flying--plainly the men were running from the monster. Its bulk lessened as
the gas escaped from the great bag and then, in a moment more, there was a
terrific explosion that rocked the monoplane violently. Had Harry not been
ready for it, they might have been brought down.
But he had been prepared, and was flying away. Down below there was now a
great glare from the burning wreckage, lighting up the whole scene. And
suddenly there was a sharp breaking out of rifle fire. At first he thought
the men below had seen them, and were firing upward. But in a moment he saw
the truth. Bray Park had been attacked from outside!
Even before they reached the ground, in the meadow where Harry and Jack had
emerged from the tunnel, the firing was over. But now a search-light was
playing on the ground on the opposite bank, and Harry and Dick saw, to
their wonder and delight, that the ground swarmed with khaki-clad soldiers.
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