CHAPTER XVI

Falling From the Skies “It’s worrited Oi be this marnin’, Mister Scott,” said Jerry Monahan, the watchman in charge of the air field at night, as he came hobbling up to Ted the next morning, while the latter was supervising the loading of mail bags in his plane. “What about, Jerry?” asked Ted, pausing for a moment as he looked at the old man pleasantly. “On account of a shadder like,” replied Jerry perplexedly. “A shadow, do you mean?” asked Ted, in bewilderment. “What are you trying to get at Jerry? Been seeing th…