"Better give up the idea, then," regretfully acknowledged Jack.
"Can you make out anything, Ned?" asked Harry, peering downward.
"Nothing in particular," replied the lad. "It seems to me that the aviator is trying to start the plane again. I can see it at the station under the lights. Can you hear the exhaust of his engine?"
"I thought I did just then," replied Harry. "Listen!"
All three boys strained their ears to catch any possible sounds from below while the Eagle on noiseless wings circled high above the station grounds. A confusion of minor sounds came faintly up.
Out of the murmur a crashing, rending noise was heard.
CHAPTER XIX
LESE MAJESTY
"But we're not spies!" snapped Jimmie truculently. "We wouldn't be spies for anything!"