With a rush and a roar the Larabee passed over the Abaris as she
was so suddenly turned, and then something snapped in the machinery
of the big airship. She lost speed, and began to go down slightly.
"Did they hit us?" cried Dick, in alarm.
"No, but we've broken the sprocket chain on the port propeller,"
answered Mr. Vardon.
"We'll have to be content with half speed until we can make repairs.
Come now, everybody to work. Those crazy folks may come back at us
--that is begging your pardon for calling your uncle crazy, Dick."
"You can't offend me that way. He MUST be crazy to act the way he
did. I can't understand it. Of course Larson was steering, but my
uncle must have given him orders to do as he did, and try to wreck
us."
"I shall report whoever the army man was that did not make an
attempt to stop their attack on us," declared Lieutenant McBride,
bitterly. "I don't know who was assigned to the Larabee, but he
certainly ought to be court-martialed."
"Perhaps no army representative was aboard at all," suggested Paul.
"There were three persons on the airship," said Larry. "I saw
them."
"And the race would not be counted unless an army representative
was aboard," declared Lieutenant McBride. "So they would not
proceed without one. No, he must have been there, and have entered
into their plot to try and wreck us. I can't understand it!"
"They've evidently given it up, whatever their game was," called
Innis.
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