CHAPTER XIII
THE ZEPPELIN RAID ON LONDON
"Is the old town on fire, Tom?" Jack gasped, as the two air service boys listened to the noise which was growing wilder every moment.
"It must be the Zeppelins have come and London is under fire from the skies!" Tom exclaimed.
"Oh! Hurry up, and let's get dressed!" cried the excited Jack. "I wouldn't miss this for anything! Just to think what we'll have to boast about when we get home—if ever we do. There's nothing to hinder our going out on the streets, is there?"
Tom was already flinging his clothes on with reckless speed, and did not stop to answer.
Presently the youths found themselves hurrying along the street, with hundreds of other curious sightseers, who seemed to forget the terrible danger hanging overhead in their eagerness to see the bombarding air fleet.
Coming to an open "circus," or intersection of two streets, around which the buildings are set in a circle, they found it filled by a
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