CHAPTER XX
IN NEW YORK.
"Well, this is going some!"
"I should say yes!"
"All to the merry!"
"And no more trouble than as if you got in a taxicab and told the
chauffeur to take you around the block."
Thus did Dick Hamilton's chums offer him their congratulations as
they started off on the trip they hoped would bring to the young
millionaire the twenty-thousand-dollar prize, and, not only do that
but establish a new record in airship flights, and also give to the
world the benefit of the experience in building such a unique craft.
They were in the Abaris flying along over the town of Hamilton
Corners, a most successful start having been made. As they
progressed through the air many curious eyes were turned up to watch
their flight.
"I say! Which way are you steering?" asked Paul, as he came back
from a trip to the dining-room buffet, where he had helped himself
to a sandwich, a little lunch having been set out by Innis, who
constituted himself as cook. "You're heading East instead of West,
Dick," for the young millionaire was at the steering-wheel.
"I know it," replied the helmsman, as he noted the figures on the
barograph. "But you see, to stand a chance for the prize you've
got to start from New York, and that's where we're headed for now.
We've got to go to the big town first, and then we'll hit the
Western trail as nearly in a straight line as we can."
"That's the idea," said Lieutenant McBride.
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