They were skimming along in a sea of
fleecy, white mist.
"First call for breakfast!" cried Dick. His tones had scarcely died
away when there came a howl from Grit, who was standing near the
compartment of the main motor.
"What is the matter with that dog?" asked Dick, in a puzzled voice.
Grit's howl changed to a bark, and at the same moment, Larry Dexter,
who was passing, cried out:
"Fire! There's a fire in the motor-room! Where are the
extinguishers?"
A black cloud of smoke rushed out, enveloping Grit, who howled
dismally.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE RIVAL AIRSHIP
"What did it?"
"Had we better descend?"
"Everybody get busy!"
"Fire extinguishers here!"
These and other confused cries sounded throughout the airship,
following Larry's alarm.
"No, don't go down!" shouted Mr. Vardon. "We'll stay up as long as
we can. We'll fight the fire in the air--above the clouds!"
"Hold her steady, Innis!" called Dick to his chum, who was at the
wheel.
"Steady she is!" was the grim answer.
And while the Abaris was rushing onward those aboard her prepared
to fight that most deadly of enemies--fire--and at a terrible
disadvantage--nearly ten thousand feet in the air!
Fortunately preparations had been made for this emergency, and a
number of portable extinguishers were placed in various places on
the walls of the cabin.
These the young aviators now pulled down and rushed with them to the
motor compartment, from which the black smoke was pouring in greater
volume.
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