"
Gradually the Abaris forged on more rapidly. But it seemed as if
those in the other craft were waiting for something like this. For
they, too, put on more power, and were soon overhauling the larger
airship.
"They've got an awful lot of force in a light craft," observed
Lieutenant McBride. "She's over engined, and isn't safe. Even if
your uncle gets in ahead of you, Dick, I will still maintain that
you have the better outfit, and the most practical. I don't see
how they can live aboard that frail craft."
It certainly did not look very comfortable, and afterward Uncle Ezra
confessed that he endured many torments during the trip.
The race was on in earnest. They were over the Rockies now, and at
the present rate of speed it would be only a comparatively short
time before they would be at the Pacific coast.
"If I only knew how many landings he had made I wouldn't be so
worried," said Dick. "If he's had more than two he's out of it,
anyhow, and I wouldn't strain my engine."
"We'd better keep on," advised Mr. Vardon, and they all agreed to
this.
Toward the close of the afternoon the Larabee, which they were all
sure was the name of the craft in the rear, came on with a rush.
Her speed seemed increased by half, and she would, it was now seen,
quickly pass the Abaris.
"Well, they're going ahead of us," sighed Dick. "Uncle Ezra did
better than I thought he would."
Neither he nor any of the others were prepared for what happened.
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