"Make a report of the matter, of course," declared the aviator's son.
"We have perhaps merely hastened its end," remarked Dunstan. "Just think of all that magnificence gone—swept away in a few moments of time! I wonder what the Count de Morancourt would think!"
"I am mighty glad he isn't here to express an opinion," put in Chase, dryly.
"And the 'mysterious poilu' might have a few observations to make," suggested Don, in a reflective tone.
"I can't say that I'm so very anxious now to have that third meeting," admitted Chase.
"We'll have to accept the situation philosophically and hope that others may do the same," declared the art student, his brow wrinkled with disturbing thoughts. "It's not the first time that good intentions have brought about disastrous results."
"No," said Don, thoughtfully.
Somehow or other the ambulanciers felt disinclined to leave the spot. The sight of the ruins held a strange and peculiar fascination for their eyes. It was very hard for them to realize that they would never again see the grand old Château de Morancourt or tread its great apartments. The variety of emotions which had assailed all three left them in a depressed and uncomfortable frame of mind. They could not help wondering, too, what the authorities might have to say.
"Fellows, suppose we get a look at a little closer range," suggested Don Hale, finally.
"You'll not find me afraid to follow your lead," declared Dunstan, with a faint smile.