CHAPTER ONE
Something from the Sky
Two boys and a pretty girl, wearing swimming suits and with towels around their necks, stood in the shade of the woods. The blazing August sunlight was filtered and broken by the leaves which hung limp and dusty overhead.
âGee, itâs dry,â said Irene Miller, shaking her glossy, brown pony-tail out of the way. âIf we donât get some rain pretty soon, thereâll be nothing left of the whole countryside.â
The taller of the two boys, Joe Pearson, thin and dark, with a perpetually gloomy expression, glanced past her. âOh-oh,â he said. âDannyâs got that look on his face again. Whenever he looks like that, it means trouble.â
Red-haired Danny Dunn was staring into space. His blue eyes were glazed, and there was a strange smile on his freckled face.
Joe went up close to him. âDanny!â he said. âSnap out of it. The last time you got that look on your face, you tried to make a jet plane out of a fire extinguisher.â
âIt worked, didnât it?â Danny replied, in a faraway voice.
âYes, it worked,â said Irene. âAnd it went right through Mr. Winkleâs living-room window and wrecked his television set.â
Danny shook himself. âThis idea is nothing like that one,â he said, grinning at his friends. âI was just thinking of a way to prevent forest fires in dry weather. We could pipe water into hollow trees and rig up an automatic sprinkling system that would go into action as soon as a fire started.â
Joe grunted. âWhere would you get the water from? Weâve been having a droughtâremember?â
âDonât bother him with details,â said Irene. âHe just makes up theories.â
Danny ran his fingers through his hair. âTrees store water in their roots,â he said. âWe could get it from there, maybe.â
âWell, okay,â mumbled Joe, beginning to walk on. âJust as long as you donât take it from the swimming hole. In this heat, thatâs all Iâve got to comfort me. And we havenât had a swim in days.â
Danny and Irene followed him along the path. Irene said, âGee, Danny, maybe your idea would work. Why donât you talk it over with Professor Bullfinch?â
Dannyâs mother, whose husband had died when the boy was very young, was housekeeper for Professor Euclid Bullfinch, a noted physicist and inventor. A great affection had grown up between the boy and the kindly, quiet scientist, almost like that of father and son, and Professor Bullfinch had taught Danny a great deal about science.
âWell, I donât know,â Danny replied. âI hate to bother him these days. Heâs been working on a new type of power transmitter, and heâs been in the laboratory fifteen hours a day.â
The trees ended at the edge of a clearing. In its center was a small, round pond, on the banks of which the young people had built a bench and a rough diving board.
Joe dropped his towel. âWow!â he yelled. âLast one in is a rotten egg!â
He dashed forward. He ran out on the diving board and leaped into the pond.
âThatâs funny,â said Danny. âDid you hear that?â
âYou mean that plopping sound?â Irene said.
âExactly.â
âWhat about it?â
âNo splash,â said Danny.
He and Irene stared at each other. Then they ran to the edge of the pond. As they reached it, Joe stood up. There was no water in the pond at all, only soft, sticky mud which covered all the front of him. He wiped his face and glared up at Dan.
âYou did it!â he howled. âYou and your water pipes in trees.â
He stumbled to the side, and Danny and Irene helped him climb out.
âDonât be silly, Joe,â said Irene. âThe water has just evaporated. Itâs the heat, and the lack of rain.â
Joe looked ruefully down at
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