CHAPTER XIX.
THE AEROPLANE DESTROYED.
With one bound Harvey Hamilton leaped out of bed and jerked open the door. Bohunkus Johnson stood before him, atremble with excitement.
“What is it you say?” demanded the young aviator.
“De airyplane am smashed all to bits! It am kindling wood and nuffin else!” replied the dusky lad, who staggered into the room and dropped into a chair, so overcome that he was barely able to stand.
Never did Harvey dress so quickly. While flinging on his garments, his tongue was busy.
“Have you any idea who did it?”
“Gee! I wish I had! I’d sarve him de same way!”
“Is any one near it?”
“Not a soul; dat is dere wa’n’t anyone when I snoke out dere and took a look. Ain’t it too bad, Harv? We’ll have to walk home.”
“We can ride in the cars; that isn’t worth thinking about.”