Soon the motor craft chugged in alongside, coming close to the wall.

Tom, Harry and Mr.Prenter jumped, landing safely aboard.
"How did the enemy come to catch you napping, Corbett ?" Tom inquired good-humoredly.
"They didn't catch me napping, sir," protested Foreman Corbett.

"It is the strangest thing, sir---that explosion.

Why, I had had my light turned on that very part of the wall at least a dozen times in the last half-hour before the blow-out came.

Our light didn't pick up a soul around there at any time.