"Oh, so they are! I hardly thought they'd come down," observed
Paul, as he waved to the three pretty girls with whom they had
danced the night before.
"I wish we were going with you!" cried Mabel, as she greeted Dick.
"Oh, Mabel! You do not!" rebuked Irene.
"Well, I just do!" was the retort. "It's so stupid just staying at
a summer resort during the hot weather."
"We'll come back, after we win the prize, and do the 'aeroplane
glide' with you," promised Innis.
"Will you?" demanded Irene. "Remember now, that's a promise."
Final arrangements were made, and everything was in readiness for
the start for the Pacific. The army officers had inspected the
craft, and congratulated the young owner and the builder on her
completeness.
"Well, good-bye, girls," said Dick, as he and his chums shook hands
with their friends who had come to see them off. The aviators took
their places in the cabin. A hasty inspection showed that
everything was in readiness.
"Well, here we go!" murmured Dick.
He turned the switch of the electric starter, and, an instant later,
the Abaris shot forward over the ground, rising gracefully on a
long, upward slant.
Then Dick, who was at the steering wheel, headed his craft due West.
From the parade ground below them came cheers from the army men and
other spectators, the shrill cries of the three girls mingling.
"I wonder what will happen before we dance with them again?" spoke
Paul, musingly.
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