And he was right. Only a few seconds later several small bits of metal came down around them, two striking the hood of the automobile and one falling into the tonneau on Ruth’s lap.
It did not take those in the automobile long to cover the half mile which lay between them and Haven Point, where the railroad station was located. Here they found the town people in great excitement, and learned that steps were already being taken to care for any of the workmen who might be injured by the explosions.
“Of course we have no idea yet how many people have been killed or wounded,” declared a policeman who gave the cadets this information. “We are all upset because we don’t know how bad the explosions may get. If they don’t get any worse than they have been, we’ll be thankful.”
The cadets and their girl friends did not remain long in Haven Point. All were anxious to get to Clearwater Hall, to learn if that place was much damaged. The girls’ school was directly opposite the shell-loading plant, and consequently more liable to suffer than the town or Colby Hall.
“Look at them getting away from that place, will you?” cried Fred, who had come as far as Haven Point on another automobile and then had rejoined his cousins. He pointed to the lake, where a number of rowboats and other craft were leaving the vicinity of the explosions.
“You can’t blame them for wanting to get away,” returned Jack. “It may mean life or death to them.”
“Oh, I hope nobody has been killed!” murmured Ruth.
“I’m afraid, Ruth, that’s too much to expect,” answered Jack soberly.
“Oh, I just think war is too horrible for anything!” cried out Alice Strobell, who was along.
“I just wish they could sink all those Germans in their old submarines!” declared Annie Larkins who was also in the crowd.