But we may have luck."
"I think we will!" cried Dick.
While the young millionaire was at the wheel, taking the airship
higher and higher, and Westward on her journey. Mr. Vardon and
Lieutenant McBride arranged a schedule of work, so that each one
would have an opportunity of steering.
"And while you're at it," suggested Innis, "I wish you'd arrange a
schedule for the cooking. Have I got to do it all?"
"Indeed not," said Dick. "We'll put Paul and Larry to work in the
galley."
"Not me!" exclaimed Paul. "I can't even cook water without burning
it."
"Get out! Don't you always do your share of the camp cooking when
we go off on hikes and practice marches?" objected Innis, to his
cadet chum. "Indeed and you'll do your share of it here all right!
I'll see to that."
"I guess I'm caught!" admitted Paul.
The start had been made about ten o'clock in the morning, and before
noon more than ninety miles had been covered, as registered on the
distance gage. This took the party across New Jersey.
They had passed over Newark, and the Orange mountains. The rule
against flying over a city had bothered Dick who argued that it
would take him much out of his air line, and consume more time if
he always had to pick out an unpopulated section.
So the rule was abrogated as far as the aviation association was
concerned.
"And if the policemen of any cities we fly over want to take a
chance and chase us in an aerial motor cycle, let 'em come!" laughed
the young millionaire.
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