"I see something down there, Tom," was the answer. "It
doesn't look like the tank, and yet it doesn't look as a
clump of trees and bushes ought to look. Have a peep
yourself. It's just beyond that river, against the side of
the hill--a lonesome place, too."
Tom took the glasses while Ned assumed control of the
Hawk, there being a dual system for operating and steering
her.
No sooner had the young inventor got the focus on what Ned
had indicated than he gave a cry.
"What is it?" asked the young bank clerk.
"Camouflaged!" cried Tom, and without stopping to explain
what he meant, he handed the binoculars back to Ned and
began to guide the Hawk down toward the earth at high speed.
Chapter XXV
Foiled
"Is it really Tank A, Tom?" cried Ned, through the tube,
as soon as he became aware of his companion's intention.
"Are you sure?"
"That's the girl, and just where you spotted her with the
glasses--in that clump of bushes. But they've daubed her
with green and brown paint--camouflaged her, so to speak--until
she looks like part of the landscape.
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