It was no more than two hundred feet across.
Jack realized this must be one of the canals with which the coast
was known to be ribboned. For a moment he stood in contemplation
of the sight. Now he was more than ever convinced that he had
stumbled into a U-boat base. The love of adventure gripped him and
he determined to press on.
For the next ten minutes he threaded his way along the canal bank.
Suddenly, as he turned one of the snake-like twists in the course of
the waterway, he found himself facing an old stone windmill that stood
almost directly on the canal bank. It was only a stone's throw away.
Instinctively the boy threw himself upon the sandy loam. There was
not a sign of life about the abandoned structure. In the peaceful
days before the war it had, no doubt, been used by a Belgian farmer
to water his fields.
But now Jack saw something that set his heart a-flutter. From the
dome-like crest of the windmill stretched a number of wires tautly
drawn and leading away to some point beyond his range of view.
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