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There was no mistake about that monoplane when it was once down. Its pilot
was German; he was unmistakably so. He had been flying very high and when
he landed he was still stiff from cold.

"Petrol!" he cried eagerly, as he saw the two boys. "Where can I get
petrol? Quick! Answer me!"

Harry shot a quick glance at Dick.

"Come on," he said, beneath his breath. "We've got to get him and tie him
up."

The aviator, cramped and stiffened as he was by the intense cold that
prevails in the high levels where he had been flying, was no match for
them. As they sprang at him his face took on the most ludicrous appearance
of utter surprise. Had he suspected that they would attack him he might
have drawn a pistol. As it was, he was helpless before the two boys, both
in the pink of condition and determined to capture him. He made a struggle,
but in two minutes he was lying roped, tied, and utterly helpless. He was
not silent; he breathed the most fearful threats as to what would happen to
them. But neither boy paid any attention to him.

"We've got to get him to the car," said Harry. "Can we drag him?"

"Yes. But if we loosened his feet a little, he could walk," suggested Dick.
"That would be ever so much easier for him, and for us, too. I should hate
to be dragged. Let's make him walk."

"Right--and a good idea!" said Harry. He loosened the ropes about the
aviator's feet, and helped him to stand.

"March!" he said. "Don't try to get away--I've got a leading rope, you
see."

He did have a loose end of rope, left over from a knot, and with this he
proceeded to lead the enraged German to the automobile. It looked for all
the world as if he were leading a dog, and for a moment Dick doubled up in
helpless laughter. The whole episode had its comic side, but it was
serious, too.

"Now we've got to draw off the gasoline in the tank in this bucket," said
Harry. The German had been bestowed in the tonneau, and made as comfortable
as possible with rugs and cushions. His feet were securely tied again, and
there was no chance for him to escape.

"What are you going to do?" asked Dick. "Are you going to try to fly in
that machine?"

"I don't know, yet. But I'm going to have it ready, so that I can if I
need to," said Harry. "That Bleriot may be the saving of us yet, Dick.
There's no telling what we shall have to do."

Even as he spoke Harry was making new plans, rendered possible by this gift
from the skies. He was beginning, at last, to see a way to circumvent the
Germans. What he had in mind was risky, certainly, and might prove perilous
in the extreme. But he did not let that aspect of the situation worry him.
His one concern was to foil the terrible plan that the Germans had made,
and he was willing to run any risk that would help him to do so.

"That Zeppelin is coming here to Bray Park--it's going to land here," said
Harry. "And if it ever gets away from here there will be no way of stopping
it from doing all the damage they have planned, or most of it. Thanks to
Graves, we wouldn't be believed if we told what we knew--we'd probably just
be put in the guard house. So we've got to try to stop it ourselves."

They had reached the Bleriot by that time. Harry filled the tank, and
looked at the motor. Then he sat in the driver's seat and practiced with
the levers, until he decided that he understood them thoroughly. And, as he
did this, he made his decision.

"I'm going into Bray Park to-night," he said. "This is the only way to get
in."

"And I'm going with you," announced Dick.




CHAPTER XVIII

VINDICATION


At first Harry refused absolutely to consent to Dick's accompanying him,
but after a long argument he was forced to yield.

"Why should you take all the risks when it isn't your own country,
especially?" asked Dick, almost sobbing. "I've got a right to go! And,
besides, you may need me."

That was true enough, as Harry realized. Moreover, he had been
investigating the Bleriot, and he discovered that it was one of a new
safety type, with a gyroscope device to insure stability. The day was
almost without wind, and therefore it seemed that if such an excursion
could ever be safe, this was the time. He consented in the end, and later
he was to be thankful that he had.

Once the decision was taken, they waited impatiently for the return of Jack
Young. Harry foresaw protests from Jack when he found out what they meant
to do, but for him there was an easy answer--there was room in the
aeroplane for only two people, and there was no way of carrying an extra
passenger.

It was nearly dusk when Jack returned, and he had the forethought to bring
a basket of food with him--cold chicken, bread and butter, and milk, as
well as some fruit.

"I didn't find out very much," he said, "except this. Someone from London
has been asking about you both. And this much more--at least a dozen people
have come down to Bray Park to-day from London."

"Did you see any sign of soldiers from London?"

"No," said Jack.

He was disappointed when he found out what they meant to do, but he took
his disappointment pluckily when he saw that there was no help for it.
Harry explained very quietly to both Jack and Dick what he meant to do and
they listened, open mouthed, with wonder.

"You'll have your part to play, Jack," said Harry. "Somehow I can't
believe that the letter I wrote to Colonel Throckmorton last night won't
have some effect. You have got to scout around in case anyone comes and
tell them all I've told you. You understand thoroughly, do you?"

"Yes," said Jack, quietly. "When are you going to start?"

"There's no use going up much before eleven o'clock," said Harry. "Before
that we'd be seen, and, besides, if a Zeppelin is coming, it wouldn't be
until after that. My plan is to scout to the east and try to pick her up
and watch her descend. I think I know just about where she'll land--the
only place where there's room for her. And then--"

He stopped, and the others nodded, grimly.

"I imagine she'll have about a hundred and twenty miles to travel in a
straight line--perhaps a little less," said Harry. "She can make that in
about two hours, or less. And she'll travel without lights, and in the
dark. Big as they are, those airships are painted so that they're almost
invisible from below. So if she comes by night, getting here won't be as
hard a job as it seems at first thought."

Then the three of them went over in every detail the plan Harry had formed.
Dick and Harry took their places in the monoplane and rehearsed every
movement they would have to make.

"I can't think of anything else that we can provide for now," said Harry,
at last. "Of course, we can't tell what will come up, and it would be
wonderful if everything came out just as we had planned. But we've provided
for everything we can think of. You know where you are to be, Jack?"

"Yes."

"Then you'd better start pretty soon. Good-bye, Jack!" He held out his
hand. "We could never have worked this out without you. If we succeed
you'll have had a big part in what we've done."

A little later Jack said good-bye in earnest, and then there was nothing to
do but wait. About them the voices of the insects and frogs changed, with
the darkening night. The stars came out, but the night was a dark one.
Harry looked at his watch from time to time and at last he got up.

"Time to start!" he said.

He felt a thrill of nervousness as the monoplane rose in the air. After
all, there was a difference between being the pilot and sitting still in
the car. But he managed very well, after a few anxious moments in the
ascent. And once they were clear of the trees and climbing swiftly, in
great spirals, there was a glorious sensation of freedom. Dick caught his
breath at first, then he got used to the queer motion, and cried aloud in
his delight.

Harry headed straight into the east when he felt that he was high enough.
And suddenly he gave a cry.

"Look!" he shouted in Dick's ear. "We didn't start a moment too soon. See
her--that great big cigar-shaped thing, dropping over there?"

It was the Zeppelin--the battleship of the air. She was dipping down,
descending gracefully, over Bray Park.

"I was right!" cried Harry. "Now we can go to work at once--we won't have
to land and wait!"

He rose still higher, then flew straight for Bray Park. They were high,
but, far below, with lights moving about her, they could see the huge bulk
of the airship, as long as a moderate sized ocean liner. She presented a
perfect target.

"Now!" said Harry.

And at once Dick began dropping projectiles they had found in the
aeroplane--sharply pointed shells of steel. Harry had examined these--he
found they were really solid steel shot, cast like modern rifle bullets,
and calculated to penetrate, even without explosive action, when dropped
from a height.

From the first two that Dick dropped there was no result. But with the
falling of the third a hissing sound came from below, and as Dick rapidly
dropped three more the noise increased. And they could see the lights
flying--plainly the men were running from the monster. Its bulk lessened as
the gas escaped from the great bag and then, in a moment more, there was a
terrific explosion that rocked the monoplane violently. Had Harry not been
ready for it, they might have been brought down.

But he had been prepared, and was flying away. Down below there was now a
great glare from the burning wreckage, lighting up the whole scene. And
suddenly there was a sharp breaking out of rifle fire. At first he thought
the men below had seen them, and were firing upward. But in a moment he saw
the truth. Bray Park had been attacked from outside!

Even before they reached the ground, in the meadow where Harry and Jack had
emerged from the tunnel, the firing was over. But now a search-light was
playing on the ground on the opposite bank, and Harry and Dick saw, to
their wonder and delight, that the ground swarmed with khaki-clad soldiers.
In the same moment Jack ran up to them.

"The soldiers had the place surrounded!" he cried, exultingly. "They must
have believed your letter after all, Harry! Come on--there's a boat here!
Aren't you coming over?"

They were rowing for the other shore before the words were well spoken.
And, once over, they were seized at once by two soldiers.

"More of them," said one of the soldiers. "Where's the colonel?"

Without trying to explain, they let themselves be taken to where Colonel
Throckmorton stood near the burning wreckage. At the sight of Harry his
face lighted up.

"What do you know about this?" he asked, sternly, pointing to the wrecked
airship.

Harry explained in a few words.

"Very good," said the colonel. "You are under arrest--you broke arrest this
morning. I suppose you know that is a serious offence, whether your
original arrest was justified or not?"

"I felt I had to do it, sir," said Harry. He had caught the glint of a
smile in the colonel's eyes.

"Explain yourself, sir," said the colonel. "Report fully as to your
movements to-day. Perhaps I shall recommend you for a medal instead of
court martialling you, after all."

And so the story came out, and Harry learned that the colonel had never
believed Graves, but had chosen to let him think he did.

"The boy Graves is a German, and older than he seems," said the colonel.
"He was here as a spy. He is in custody now, and you have broken up a
dangerous raid and a still more dangerous system of espionage. If you
hadn't come along with your aeroplane, we would never have stopped the
raid. I had ordered aviators to be here, but it is plain that something has
gone wrong. You have done more than well. I shall see to it that your
services are properly recognized. And now be off with you, and get some
sleep. You may report to me the day after to-morrow!"

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