Grit waved his tail, and barked. He seemed himself again.
It took some time to make good the damage done by the fire, and it
was accomplished as the airship was put back on her course again,
and sent forward toward the Pacific coast. They were all
congratulating themselves on their narrow escape from possible
failure.
It was that same afternoon, when Mr. Vardon had finished his task,
that something else happened to cause them much wonderment.
The motor was again in almost perfect condition, and was running
well. Most of the party were out on the deck behind the cabin,
enjoying the air, for the day had been hot, and they were tired from
fighting the tire.
Suddenly Grit, who was in the pilot-house with Dick, ran out into
the main cabin, and, looking from one of the windows, which he could
do by jumping up in a chair, he began to bark violently.
"Well, what's the matter now?" demanded Dick. "Is it another fire?"
Grit barked so persistently that Dick called to Paul:
"See what ails him; will you? He must have caught sight of
something out of the window."
"I should say he had!" yelled Paul, a moment later. "Here's a rival
airship after us, Dick!"
CHAPTER XXX
AN ATTACK
Paul's announcement created considerable excitement. Though they
had covered a large part of their trip, the young aviators had not
yet seen any of their competitors. As a matter of fact, Dick's
craft was among the first to get away in the trans-continental race.
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