Greg had barely tossed away the coil of cord when——-
Bang! bang! bang!
Bang! bang! BANG!
The fusillade ripped out within a hundred yards of where they now stood.
Dick and Greg halted in amazement. They did not start, or jump, for the soldier habit was too firmly fixed with them. But they were astounded.
As they stood there, staring, more explosions ripped out on the night air, over by Battle Monument.
Cadets Prescott and Holmes could see the flashes, also, close down near the ground, as though an infantry firing squad were lying prostrate and firing at will.
Bang! bang! bang! The fusillade continued.
Behind the two cadets sounded running footsteps.
"Hadn't we better duck?" demanded Greg.