enough to fire from their nearest point, which is about seventy miles from this city?"
"I don't know what to think," remarked Tom. "It seems like a wild dream to speak of a gun that can shoot so far; and yet reality is over-topping many wild dreams these days. I'm going to reserve judgment. My chief concern now, though of course I'm not going to let it interfere with my work, is to find my father. If he should have been in here, Jack—"
Tom did not finish, but his chum knew what he meant, and sympathized with his unexpressed fear for the safety of Mr. Raymond.
Digging and delving into the ruins, they brought out the racked and maimed bodies, and there was more than one whose eyes were wet with tears, while in their hearts wild and justifiable rage was felt at the ruthless Germans.
Ten had been killed and nearly twice that number wounded in the third shell from the Hun cannon.
From a policeman Tom learned that one of the two buildings that had been demolished was the number given by Mr. Raymond as the place he would stay.
"The place he picked out may have been full, and he might have gone somewhere else," said Tom. "We've got to find out about that, Jack."
"That's right. I should think the best person,
