GOOD-BY TO THE FOREIGN SPIES
When Hugh saw the air pilot reach back and take a small black object
from a box attached to the body of the monoplane close to the gasoline
tank, he knew that those skulkers below were in for a lively time of it.
Undoubtedly they had been creeping toward the rear of the camp with
the hope either of picking up valuable information, or finding a
chance to make way with precious plans connected with this latest war
airship which Uncle Sam was trying out, and which possessed features
far in advance of anything known abroad.
At a certain second, when he judged that he could drop the bomb very
close to where the couple were secreted, the lieutenant hastened to
do this. Almost immediately afterwards he caused the monoplane to
make a curve, so that they would be in shape to circle around that
particular spot and repeat the bombardment as long as the supply of
missiles held out.
Twisting his head so that he could watch the result, Hugh's gaze
followed the descending bomb until it struck the ground. Instantly
there was a pretty loud racket and the dirt flew, although this
missile undoubtedly contained but a small portion of the new and
terrible explosive, being intended only for experimental purposes in
the way of gauging distances correctly.
The two spies instantly sprang into view and started to dash madly
away. They undoubtedly labored under the impression that once the
range had been properly found, one of those fearful projectiles would
be dropped down on them. No doubt they had before now examined the
great hole in the earth showing where aviators had dropped one of the
larger bombs, and knew what to expect in case such a missile fell
anywhere near them.
"You've given them a bad scare already, sir!" remarked Hugh, greatly
enjoying the experience, although it made him think of a fable in one
of his earlier books concerning the sport of stoning that was "fun for
the boy but death to the frogs."
"That is only a beginning," declared the lieutenant. "This monoplane
is so well constructed that we can hover over them, no matter what
they do, just as a hawk shadows a rabbit."
Indeed, the entire performance did remind Hugh of occasions when he
had watched a red-tailed hawk chasing a frightened bunny, now slowing
up on quivering pinions, then making numerous pretended lunges in
order to frighten the quarry still more, and finally ending the
pursuit by a well-directed swoop that gave the bird of prey its
fine dinner.
The two men were bewildered as well as alarmed. Another bomb
exploded close behind them, and started them off on a new tack.
Run which way they might, it seemed as though that terrible enemy
in the air kept hovering above them, sending a little black object
shooting earthward every half dozen seconds, to be followed by a
sudden crash, many times magnified in their excited imaginations.
Once the taller man started to fire his automatic revolver upwards,
as though in sheer desperation he hoped to cause the air pilot to
give over the chase. The reports sounded like the detonation of
toy fire-crackers to Hugh; and if the bullets came as far as the
monoplane, he heard nothing that sounded like their passing.
Dodging this way and that as though almost panic-stricken, the
spies finally betook themselves into the sheltering forest. Before
they could hide under the branches of the oaks, the tall man was
seen to stumble at the top of a rather steep declivity and roll all
the way to the bottom, as though he might be a barrel that some
mischievous lad had started downhill for the fun of seeing it jump.
Some seven of the little bombs had been used by the time both men
vanished into the shelter of the woods a mile or so away from camp.
The Lieutenant was laughing heartily as though he had enjoyed the
diversion greatly.
"I imagine that will settle them, all right, Hugh," he remarked, as
he once more turned the aeroplane back toward home.
At the same time he mounted higher for the final volplane downward.
Since the other boys had enjoyed this novel sensation, it would be
too bad if the patrol leader did not have the same chance to
experience it.
"Do you think after that bombardment that they'll be apt to clear out
and give over trying to learn what Uncle Sam is up to?" Hugh asked.
"That is my impression," replied the other. "All they can have
learned is that we have a new explosive that excels all known
destructive forces as five to one; and that our latest model of
a war aeroplane bids fair to eclipse anything known in foreign
parts. After all is said and done, son, you can trust the inventive
ability of the Yankee to see anything done by others and go them
one better. That is because we are the melting pot for all nations,
and rewards for genius are so much greater here than abroad, that
it spurs us all on to achieve wonderful things. It's a great
privilege, Hugh, just to know that you are a nativeborn American.
Never forget to be thankful for it."
Apparently this daring aeronaut was intensely patriotic. Hugh felt
drawn toward him more than ever on this account, because he had his
own ideas on this subject, and they coincided with those of
Lieutenant Fosdick.
That volplane, started from a much higher altitude than either Bud or
Ralph had reached, would never be forgotten by the patrol leader.
His breath seemed actually to be taken away as he felt himself
shooting toward the earth, which, in fact, appeared to be rising
swiftly to meet him. That is the sensation that a novice always
feels under the circumstances. But at the proper second, the pilot
shifted his rudder and the planes took on a new position that
instantly stayed their downward plunge. This caused the monoplane
to sail along gently, parallel with the field, to which it descended
immediately afterwards in safety.
Of course the other scouts wondered what all that racket meant,
although Ralph had guessed something close to the truth. They
started to ask questions at such a rate that Hugh laughingly cried
for quarter.
"Here, hold up a little," he interrupted, "and I'll tell you all about
it. You see we happened to discover those two sneaking spies in the
bushes, and the Lieutenant said it would be a fine chance to give
them such a scare that they'd be only too glad to skip out and let
things go for keeps. He had a lot of small experimental bombs along,
and every time one dropped near where they were trying to hide, you'd
have nearly taken a fit laughing to see how they skipped out and ran
like mad."
"Guess they thought you'd drop one of the big ones after you got the
range," suggested Ralph.
"That was what was scaring them," Hugh agreed. "And after seeing
what had happened when one of those exploded, you could hardly blame
them for being panic-stricken. They were a mile away when last seen,
and I reckon they're still on the full run. Lieutenant Fosdick says
he doesn't think either of them will ever have the nerve to come
back again."
"Huh! good riddance of bad rubbish," grunted Bud. "I'd give something
to see how they make out with the figuring I did on that paper they
hooked from our shanty. They couldn't make head or tail of it in a
year; so they are not likely to steal the idea of my wonderful
stability device, which is luck enough for me for one day."
Hugh gave Ralph a suggestive look, as though begging him not to say
anything just then to hurt poor Bud's dream of fame. Later on, when
they were back home again, they could break the sad news to him gently,
as the officer had suggested. What was the use of spoiling his
pleasure for that glorious day? They might never have another chance
to be with the brave fellows of Uncle Sam's Flying Squadron; so it
was just as well to make the most of their opportunity while it lasted.
The Lieutenant tried to coax them to stay longer, but Hugh knew they
must be on their way home shortly after noon, much as he wanted to
remain. Their folks might be anxious if they did not show up some
time that evening; and the next day would be Sunday, which was pretty
strictly observed in their home town.
The balance of their stay in the experimental camp was passed in
trying to learn all they possibly could about things connected with
aviation.
"Those who observe the trend of events closely," Lieutenant Green told
them, as he only too gladly showed them many clever devices calculated
to increase the efficiency of aeroplanes when in action, "are firmly
convinced that should we ever get embroiled in a war with any
first-class power, which we all hope will never happen, aeroplanes
are bound to occupy a very important place in the field."
"But I'm sure I read lately that there has been talk of limiting the
activities of air craft in war times?" Hugh questioned.
"Yes, and already it has been settled that bombs shall not be dropped
into besieged cities where civilians may be killed, but only into
forts and on war vessels," the army officer told them. "But, after
all, that is only a small fraction of the uses to which a war
aeroplane may be put. For scouting and learning the movements of
troops, it is a wonder. No matter how skilful a general may be,
his plans are all apt to go amiss if the quick movements of his
forces are discovered by the airman from a mile above. The aviator
may be well out of reach of any missiles modern guns can throw upward,
but with his glasses he can watch every movement and signal the news
to headquarters."
The scouts were astonished to hear all this.
"Where would the genius of a Napoleon have been," remarked Lieutenant
Fosdick in turn, "if aeroplanes had been in common use as far back as
Waterloo? You may remember that the secret of his great success in
battle was the mobility of his troops. He would divide his army and
hurl a part of it so as to strike the enemy unexpectedly on the flank,
timing his own frontal attack so as to complete the confusion. Well,
if the enemy had known what was coming they could easily have whipped
the divided force of the great French leader in detail. The coming
of man's mastery over the air will cause new and strange happenings
in case of war. By degrees, fighting will become so terrible that
all nations must unite in a bond to keep the peace forever."
Much more along these same lines did the three Boy Scouts hear from
the two venturesome air pilots during the balance of their stay in
the experimental camp. It was an experience they could never forget.
Ralph fairly hugged himself with satisfaction because he had obeyed
the spirit that tempted him to pay a visit to his old camping grounds
during the short Thanksgiving holiday season.
"Think what I would have missed if I'd told myself it was foolish to
waste my time out here, when I never expected to set a single trap
again!" he declared, as the signal was given to tell them that dinner
was ready and they prepared to join the two officers at their mess.
"It's been one of the greatest times of my whole life," admitted Bud,
a happy grin on his face as he looked over at his crude but effective
model of a monoplane, all done up, waiting transportation again; and
Hugh could easily guess what delightful dreams must be crowding
through his chum's mind, which later on it must be his painful duty
to dissolve.
They certainly did enjoy that meal, eating heartily of the camp fare.
At least Uncle Sam provided bountifully for those whom he employed in
his new Flying Squadron, the boys told each other; for one of the men
in camp was a real _chef_, and could get some mighty appetizing
dishes together on occasion.
As there were several pack animals available, Lieutenant Fosdick
proposed that they load the model upon one of these. A soldier
would accompany them as far as the nearest farm house on the road
to town, where they could hire a vehicle, and then bring the animal
back.
When the time came to say good-by to the aviators, the boys all
expressed their gratitude on account of the kindnesses they had
received.
"Don't mention it," Lieutenant Fosdick replied, shaking each of the
scouts by the hand; "the pleasure has all been on our side. And
besides, you did us a great favor by warning us about those foreign
spies. Some time I hope we'll meet again. Until then, the best of
luck attend you, Hugh, Ralph and Bud! Goodby, lads!"