“I don’t know yet, but we’ll have to work out some way of doing it.  It would be terrible for us to know what had been planned and still not be able to stop them!  I wish I knew were Graves was.  I’d like to...”

He stopped, thinking hard.

“What good would that do?”

“Oh, I don’t want him — not just now.  But I don’t want him to see me just at present.  I want to know where he is so that I can avoid him.”

“Suppose I scout into Bray?” suggested Jack.  “I can find out something that might be useful, perhaps.  If any of them from Bray Park have come into the village today I’ll hear about it.”

“That’s a good idea.  Suppose you do that, Jack.  I don’t know just what I’ll do yet.  But if I go away from here before you come back, Dick will stay.  I’ve got to think — there must be some way to beat them!”

Chapter XVII

A Capture From The Skies

Jack went off to see what he could discover, and Harry, left behind with Dick, racked his brains for some means of blocking the plan he was so sure the Germans had made.  He was furious at Graves, who had discredited him with Colonel Throckmorton, as he believed.  He minded the personal unpleasantness involved far less than the thought that his usefulness was blocked, for he felt that not information he might bring would be received now.

As he looked around it seemed incredible that such things as he was trying to prevent could even be imagined.  After the early rain, the day had cleared up warm and lovely, and it was now the most perfect of things, a beautiful summer day in England.  The little road they had taken was a sort of blind alley.  It had brought them to a meadow, whence the hay had already been cut.  At the far side of this ran a little brook, and all about them were trees.  Except for the call of birds, and the ceaseless hum of insects, there was no sound to break the stillness.  It was a scene of peaceful beauty that could not be surpassed anywhere in the world.  And yet, only a few miles away, at the most, were men who were planning deliberately to bring death and destruction upon helpless enemies — to rain down death from the skies.

By very contrast to the idyllic peace of all about them, the terrors of war seemed more dreadful.  That men who went to war should be killed and wounded, bat though it was, still seemed legitimate.  But his driving home of an attack upon a city all unprepared, upon the many non-combatants who would be bound to suffer, was another and more dreadful thing.  Harry could understand that it was war, that it was permissible to do what these Germans were planned.  And yet —­

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden change in the quality of the noisy silence that the insects made.  Just before he noticed it, half a dozen bees had been humming near him.  Now he heard something that sounded like the humming of a far vaster bee.  Suddenly it stopped, and, as it did, he looked up, his eyes as well as Dick’s being drawn upward at the same moment.  And they saw, high above them, an aeroplane with dun colored wings.  Its engine had stopped and it was descending now in a beautiful series of volplaning curves.