"
"Watch him then," answered Craig. "Tell me when he gets in the
air."
Just then Norton's aeroplane rose gently from the field. A wild
shout of applause came from the people below us, at the heroism
of the man who dared to fly this new and apparently fated
machine. It was succeeded by a breathless, deathly calm, as if
after the first burst of enthusiasm the crowd had suddenly
realised the danger of the intrepid aviator. Would Norton add a
third to the fatalities of the meet?
Suddenly Kennedy jerked my arm. "Walter, look over there across
the road back of us--at the old weatherbeaten barn. I mean the
one next to that yellow house. What do you see?"
"Nothing, except that on the peak of the roof there is a pole
that looks like the short stub of a small wireless mast. I should
say there was a boy connected with that barn, a boy who has read
a book on wireless for beginners."
"Maybe," said Kennedy. "But is that all you see? Look up in the
little window of the gable, the one with the closed shutter."
I looked carefully. "It seems to me that I saw a gleam of
something bright at the top of the shutter, Craig," I ventured.
"A spark or a flash."
"It must be a bright spark, for the sun is shining brightly,"
mused Craig.
"Oh, maybe it's the small boy with a looking-glass.
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