For
a moment he contemplated the scene in silence with tingling nerves.
Satisfied at last that his presence was not yet known---if any human
being was within the stone tower---he struggled up to a kneeling
position and looked beyond the windmill.
What he saw now was a ramshackle farmhouse apparently deserted. Up
the side of the dilapidated building ran a great wide stone chimney
that reared its head through the gabled roof like a leaning Tower of
Pisa. To this chimney led the wires from the windmill.
"A secret wireless station!" exclaimed Jack to himself. "Undoubtedly
in the hands of the Germans and being used by them in the direction
of their U-boat fleets in the North Sea!" The boy's pulses quickened
at the thought.
Like an Indian on the trail he wormed his way forward until he came
at last within ten feet of the windmill. There was a window before
him. Slowly and cautiously he drew himself up to one side of the
casement and then peered in through the latticed shutter.
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