It was not long before a group of big buildings came into view. It
needed but a glance to tell what they were sky-scrapers.
"New York!" cried Dick. "We're over New York all right!"
"Then I've got to get a message to my paper!" exclaimed Larry. "Is
the wireless working?"
"We'll have to make a landing to send it up," replied Mr. Vardon.
"Well, if we're going down anyhow, a telephone will do as well,"
went on the reporter. "Only it's going to be a job to land down
among all those sky-scrapers."
"We can't do it," Mr. Vardon declared.
"We'll have to head for an open space."
"Central Park, or the Bronx," put in the lieutenant. "Either place
will give us room enough."
"We'll try the Bronx," suggested Dick. "That will give us a chance
to see New York from aloft. We'll land in the Bronx."
They had sailed over to the metropolis from a point about opposite
Jersey City, and now they took a direct Northward course flying
lengthwise over Manhattan.
As they came on down and down, they were observed by thousands of
early workers, who craned their necks upward, and looked with eager
eyes at the big airship over their heads.
A few minutes of flying over the city brought the aviators within
sight of the big beautiful Zoological Park which is the pride of
New York. Below Dick and his chums stretched out the green
expanses, the gardens, the little lakes, and the animal enclosures.
"There's a good place!" exclaimed Dick, pointing to a green expanse
near the wild-fowl pond.
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