himself. âOh, gosh,â he said. âMom will be wild.â
âWhy? You couldnât help it,â Danny said. âAnd maybe she can plant things on you.â
âItâs no joke. You know about the water rationingâeverybodyâs supposed to save water. So I promised I wouldnât get dirty.â
The other two looked serious. Then Danny said, âIâve got it! Weâre not far from the reservoir. We can go home that way.â
âBut swimmingâs not allowed in the reservoir,â Joe protested.
âWho said anything about swimming?â Danny said. âWe can dip up a handful of water and wash you off.â
âItâll take more than a handful,â said Joe, wiping feebly at his chest.
âWell, say half a dozen, then.â
âBut, Danny,â Irene protested, âwould that be rightâtaking water from the public reservoir?â
âWhy not? The reservoir belongs to the whole town, and weâre part of the town, arenât we? And Iâll tell you what,â Danny added. âJust to make it fairâwhen I get home, I wonât wash before dinner. Thatâll save whatever water we use for Joe. Thereâs no sacrifice I wouldnât make for my friend.â
âYeah,â said Joe gloomily. âThanks.â
The reservoir was near the town line, about half a mile through the woods. When they came out on the sloping banks, planted with tall pine trees in regular rows, they could see how low the water was: the rocky island in the center stuck far above the surface, and all around the shore the line of the usual water level was clear and dark, like the ring around a bathtub.
Danny led his friends to a sloping shelf of rock that thrust out into the water. âWe can dip up a little from here,â he said.
âGood!â Irene exclaimed. âItâs sunny right here, so the water weâll use would have evaporated anyhow.â And she winked at Dan.
But Joe took her seriously. âSay, thatâs a great idea,â he said. âNow you can wash after all, Danny.â
Danny did not reply. He was staring upward, shading his eyes with one arm.
âLook at that,â he said.
The other two followed his gaze. Something was shining in the sky, something silvery like a half-moon tipped upside down.
âItâs a parachute,â Danny said, after a moment.
âA paratrooper?â Irene suggested. âNo, itâs too small.â
âMaybe itâs a paratrooper from a flying saucer,â said Joe. âLetâs go home.â
âOh, wait a minute,â said Danny. âIt could be the nose cone of a missile, orâor something interesting like that.â
âInteresting missiles give me goose pimples,â grumbled Joe. Nevertheless, he waited.
Lower and lower the thing floated. Now they could see clearly that it was, indeed, a small pale-blue parachute with a box of some sort attached to it.
Suddenly Danny said, âMaybe itâs a bomb.â Joe and Irene drew nearer to him. The thing was dropping straight into the reservoir.
âWatch out! â Danny said nervously. âIt may blow up when it hits.â
Before they could move, the box touched the water and the parachute slowly folded about it like a crumpled sail.
CHAPTER TWO
The Weather Forecaster
For a long, breathless moment the three waited. Nothing happened. Then Danny said, âIf it is a bomb, itâs wet by now and that will stop it from exploding.â
âNot if itâs an underwater bomb,â Joe said.
âI donât believe itâs a bomb at all,â Irene said stoutly. âWe didnât hear any plane. And why would anyone drop a bomb that size on a parachute? Iâll bet it only came from a flying saucer, or from outer space.â
At these words, Dannyâs eyes widened. âHey, maybe youâre right,â he said. âWe ought to fish it out of
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