Gale, her actions unnoticed by the other three who were deep in conversation over a set of blue prints, slipped out the door into the blackness of the hangar. She stumbled over tools and walked into ropes as she found her way to the door. It took but a moment to slip back the bolt and step out into the moonlight.
Swiftly she ran to the corner of the hangar and picked up the white bundle she had seen. It was something hard wrapped in newspaper. She turned and took it back to the office, puzzling over the contents. Probably Brent would know what it was. Perhaps he had even instructed the man to leave it there. But it was strange, she told herself, the man had seemed so mysterious.
“I’m just hunting for trouble!” she scolded herself as she rebolted the hangar door behind her.
“What is that?” Bruce asked when she appeared.
She laid the package down on the desk in front of Brent. “I saw a man leave it by the corner of the hangar,” she replied.
Brent unrolled the newspaper and they all gasped.
“Yeow!” Bruce yelled. “It’s a bomb!”
Stubby grabbed the bomb and departed on a run, the others behind him. As fast as his short legs could carry him Stubby ran out along the edge of the flying field to where, at the end, a thick group of trees bordered the smooth landing space. When he thought he was a safe distance away from the hangar he deposited the bomb very gently on the ground and bolted back to the others. Silently, standing in the shadow of the hangar, the four of them watched and waited.
At last with a loud roar a shower of dirt rose high into the air.
“We might have been going up too if it hadn’t been for Gale,” Bruce said appreciatively.