"If you can reach
a hundred, Dick, do it. I don't believe those fellows can come near
that."
"They're falling behind now," observed Paul. "Go to it, Dick, old
man!"
The young millionaire pulled open the gasolene throttle to the full
limit and set the sparker to contact at the best advantage. The
result was at once apparent. The aircraft shot ahead in a wonderful
fashion. The others evidently put on full speed, for they, also,
made a little spurt.
Then it was "all over but the shouting," as Larry said. Dick's
machine swept on and soon distanced the others.
"I've got to get back a story of this!" cried Larry. "It will be
good reading for those who buy the Leader."
"But how are you going to do it?" asked Paul. "You can't send back
a story now, and we'd have to make a descent to use the wireless,"
Dick's craft being so fitted up.
"I'll just write a little note, telling the editor to get the story
from the Associated Press correspondent who is covering this meet,"
Larry answered. "All they need in the Leader office is a 'tip.'
They'll do the rest. But I'll just give them a few pointers as to
how things went on here."
He hastily dashed off a story and enclosed it in one of several
leather cylinders he had provided for this purpose. Each one had
a sort of miniature parachute connected to it, and a flag to attract
attention as it shot down.
Enclosing his story in one of these Larry dropped it, as he had done
before, trusting that it would be picked up and forwarded.
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