if he lived," Jack went on. "But how was it your father turned to airplane experimentation, when he was never up in one in his life?"
"I suppose my wildness to fly had something to do with it; but there was a stronger motive. Father always looks far into the future; and, like many other people since this terrible war has started and airplanes are taking such a big share in the fighting, he believes that the nation able to muster the most efficient fleet of monster fliers capable of carrying tons and tons of destructive explosives, will win"
"I see now where you got that idea, Tom; for I've heard you speak of it more than once. Yes, and I believe the same thing. That is one reason I'm here at the aviation school learning to serve my country and the cause of democracy in the world. But go on. Tell me more about it."
"Just when father felt absolutely certain that he had solved the problem," continued Tom dejectedly, "a terrible disaster came upon him as suddenly as a bolt from the blue."
"Was it a fire that destroyed his papers and set him back in his calculations?" demanded Jack.
"Oh, much worse than that!" came the answer. "A part of the design was stolen. He says he will in time probably be able to
