There was nothing further to worry the aviators, on the return of
Larry with the officer, so they prepared to have breakfast, and then
Lieutenant McBride said he would arrange to have the official start
in the prize race made from Fort Wadsworth.
"But we'll have to fly over New York again," suggested Dick, "and
if we're arrested a second time--"
"I think I can arrange that for you," said the army man. "I will
have the war department make a request of the civil authorities who
will, no doubt, grant permission to soar over the city."
"Good!" cried Dick. "And now for breakfast. Didn't that officer
say something about a restaurant around here?"
"Yes, I telephoned from one," spoke Larry. "Then let's go there
and have breakfast," suggested the young millionaire. "We'll have
a little more room than in the airship, and Innis won't have to do
the cooking."
"Oh, I don't mind," the stout cadet put in.
"What about leaving the airship all alone?" asked Paul, for already
a crowd had gathered about it.
"I'll look out for it while you're gone," promised the officer.
"Isn't there some shed around here where we could leave it, so it
would be safe?" asked Innis.
"What's the idea of that?" Dick wanted to know. "We'll be sailing
down to the fort in an hour or so."
"Why can't we stay over a day or so in New York?" went on Innis.
"I don't get here very often, and I'd like to see the sights."
"You mean you'd like to see the girls!" declared Paul, laughingly.
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