"
"Indeed it would!" agreed the lieutenant.
"Are we going to have any time at all in New York?" asked Paul. "I
have some friends there, and--"
"I believe her name is Knox; isn't it?" interrupted Innis, with a
grin at his chum. "First name Grace, lives somewhere up in Central
Park, West; eh, old chap?"
"Oh, dry up!" invited Paul. "Don't you s'pose I've got any friends
but girls?"
"Well, Grace does live in New York," insisted Innis.
"Yes, and so do Irene Martin and Mabel Hanford!" burst out Paul.
"It's as much on you fellows as it is on me," and he fairly glared
at his tormentor.
"Easy!" laughed Dick. "I guess we may as well make a family party
of it while we're about it. Of course we'll see the girls. In fact
I half-promised Miss Hanford I'd call on her if I could get my
airship to work."
"Oh, you sly dog!" mocked Innis. "And you never said a word!"
"I didn't know I could get it to work," laughed Dick, as he stood
at the wheel.
The Abaris was cleaving through the clear air at a fast rate of
speed, though she was not being sent along at her limit. The
aviator wanted to test his machinery at moderate speed for some time
before he turned on full power, and this trip to New York for the
start gave him the very chance wanted.
It was a journey of about five hundred miles from Hamilton Corners
to New York City, and, as Dick and his friends had planned it, they
would be in the air all night.
They had set for themselves a rate of progress of about fifty miles
an hour, and if this was kept up it would take ten hours to the
metropolis.
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