“We’re going to beat!” he told himself.
He was now near the earth, and to check his sudden descent he threw up the rudder a little, to cause the down-shooting craft to rise. This acted as a brake.
A moment later Ned let his craft down, and it ran along on the wheels over the finish line, several lengths in advance of the other.
“Ned Slade wins!”
“Hurrah for him!”
“Hurrah for Boxwood Hall!”
“Ned did it!”
Of course Mr. Perdy would have won had he been steering, but he chose to let the honor come to Ned, and the lad appreciated it.
“Great work, old man!”
“That was clever!”