“It was an aerial bomb—and there goes another!” cried Allen Charter. “Somebody is celebrating in earnest.”
All of the students on the campus stared at the bombs in wonder, while others came rushing from various buildings, to learn the meaning of the reports.
“Who shot off the cannon?” stormed Professor Sharp. “It’s against the rules to shoot off that cannon without permission.”
“It wasn’t the cannon, Professor,” explained Frank Holden. “It was a bomb. Somebody——”
Boom! went another bomb, and it was right over the professor’s head. The professor was scared and ducked wildly.
“I want the person who is doing that——” he commenced, but got no further, for just then a big rocket went hissing through the air, to burst a second later and let fall a beautiful shower of golden rain.
“Oh, isn’t that grand!”
“Say, this is something like!”
“Must be that Doctor Wallington meant to surprise us.”
Far into the sky flew two more rockets, one letting fall some chains of red, white and blue and the other some strange fish-like shapes that darted hither and thither.