"Well," cried Tom, with a laugh, as he signaled for the
power to be shut off, thereby making it possible for
ordinary conversation to be heard, "I guess we didn't do a
thing to that barn!"
"Not much left of it, for a fact, Tom," agreed Ned, as he
looked through the after observation slots at the ruin in
the rear. "But didn't you hear what I was saying?"
"I heard you yelling something to me, but I was too
anxious to go at it as fast as I could. I didn't want to
stop then. What was the trouble?"
"That's what I'm afraid of, Tom--there may be trouble.
Just before you tackled the barn for a knockdown, instead of
a touchdown, as we might say, I saw a man running out of it.
I thought if there was one there, perhaps there might be
more. That's why I yelled to you."
"A man running from the old barn!" cried Tom. "Whew!" he
whistled. "I wish I had seen him. But, Ned, if one ran out
of harm's way, any others who might possibly be in there
would do the same thing, wouldn't they?"
"I hope so," returned Ned doubtfully.
"Great Scott!" cried Tom, as the possibility was borne
home to him.
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