"What is it?" asked Stubbs in a hoarse whisper.
"Looks to me like a place where ammunition might be stored," said Hal,
quietly. "I shall have a look."
"Let it alone, Hal," said Stubbs, anxiously. "Don't go fooling around
there. You're likely to blow us all up."
"I guess not," returned Hal, "but I wouldn't mind blowing all the
ammunition up that the place may contain."
"By Jove!" said Chester. "A good idea! I'm with you."
"Well, I'm not," declared Stubbs. "I know where our aeroplane is and
that's where I'm going right this minute. I don't know how to fly the
thing, and if you fellows go fooling around that ammunition depot I'll
probably have to hunt another pilot; but Anthony Stubbs is not going to
be blown up with his eyes open when he can help it."
"Better wait here, Stubbs," said Chester.
"Not me," returned the little man, decisively. "You'll find me at the
plane when you get there; or if you get there, I should say."
"But there is nothing sure that the building contains ammunition," said
Hal. "I just guessed at it, Stubbs. Come and have a look."
"Oh, it contains ammunition, all right."
"How do you know?" demanded Chester.
"Well, if it didn't you fellows wouldn't have spied it.
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