The leather cylinder had a small flag attached to it, and
as it was dropped down while the airship was shooting across the
city, it attracted considerable attention. By means of a glass
Larry saw his story picked up, and he felt sure it would reach the
paper safely. And he learned, later, such was the case.
"We'd better arrange to divide up the work of running things while
we're in the airship," suggested Dick. "We want to have some sort
of system."
"That's right," agreed Mr. Vardon. "We shall have to do some
sleeping."
"How long do you figure you will take for the trip?" asked
Lieutenant McBride, who was making official notes of the manner in
which the motor behaved, and of the airship in general.
"Well," answered Dick, "we can make a hundred miles an hour when
we're put to it," and he looked at Mr. Vardon for confirmation.
"Yes, that can be done," the aviator said. "But of course we could
not keep that up, as the motor would hardly stand it. But fifty
miles, on the average, for the entire trip, would be a fair estimate
I think."
"And figuring on it being three thousand miles from New York to San
Francisco, we could do it in sixty hours of continuous flight,"
added Dick. "Only of course we'll not have such luck as that."
"No, we've got to make one descent anyhow, about half-way across,
to take on more oil and gasolene," Mr. Vardon said. "And we will
be very lucky if we don't have to come down but once more on the
way.
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