“And now for a good hot meal!” cried Bob, as, much refreshed the chums sat together in the hotel parlor. “Railroad lunches are all right, even when a pretty girl serves ’em, but I want to sit down to a table where I can eat as long as I like.”
“And as much,” added Jerry. “But I guess we’ll have to postpone our eating for a while, Bob,” and the tall lad winked at Ned.
“Postpone it!” cried the fat youth. “Why?”
“Well, we ought to go out to Buffalo Park, and look after our airship,” went on Jerry. The Comet, so Mr. Glassford had written them, was left at one of the hangars in Buffalo Park, where the aero meet had been held. The craft had not been taken apart for shipment back east, but had, in accordance with the instructions of the motor boys, been kept in readiness for a quick flight. A watchman, named Boise, had been left in charge, and Mr. Glassford had told him that Jerry and his chums would soon be on hand to claim their property.
“Go to Buffalo Park!” exclaimed Bob blankly. “Why, that’s about seven miles out. It will take more than two hours to go there and back, and look at the Comet. That will make supper awfully late. I guess she’s all right. Can’t we wait until to-morrow, Jerry?”
“Well, that’s what I was going to propose,” remarked the tall lad, after what to Bob was a painful pause. “I guess we’re all too tired to chase out there, and our airship will probably be all right. I tried to see if I could get Boise on the ’phone, but I couldn’t.”
“We’ll go out there the first thing in the morning!” decided Bob, with a look of relief on his face. “Now, I’m going to the dining-room, and look at the bill of fare.”
“Don’t eat it,” advised Ned with a laugh.
“No danger. I’m not going to spoil my appetite,” declared the fat one. “I never had a better.”
“Then don’t say anything about it, or they’ll raise the rate on us,” cautioned Jerry. “Jove, but I’m tired!” and he stretched out in an easy chair, while Ned took another, and Bob strolled toward the dining-room, to find out how soon supper would be served.