"It was a bomb all right," pronounced Frank. "And from the size of the hole it made it was a lallapalooza. It's lucky it didn't hit the mill."
"I guess some Hun aviator was flying back to his own lines and dropped this as a sort of visiting card," said Billy. "Oh, well, what's a little bit of bomb between friends? Come on back, fellows."
"Yes, come along in and listen to Caruso," chaffed Tom.
Once inside, Billy again picked up his banjo and began to croon.
"It rained all night the day I left
The next day it was dry.
The sun so hot I froze to def
Suzanna, don't you cry."
One after another took up the rollicking chorus—
"Oh, Suzanna,
Don't you cry for me,
Fur I'se gwine to Alabama
Wif de banjo on my knee."
Bang! Bang! Bang! came three quick explosions, blending in a tremendous roar.
At the same instant a hole appeared in the roof. Part of it caved in and came clattering down while a blinding glare filled the room!