He did not finish his sentence, but his hands trembled slightly as he passed the glasses to Jerry. Ned reached over and managed the wheel while Jerry looked.
“It’s her all right!” suddenly cried the tall lad. “Now to catch him.”
“Is it Noddy?” asked Ned eagerly.
“It’s the Comet all right,” was the answer, “and I guess Noddy’s on board. Now to see what the Chaser is made of!”
Jerry opened the motor full, and with a roar that fairly shook the comparatively frail craft from end to end, she shot ahead, her propellers beating the air relentlessly.
“It’s going to be a desperate race!” cried Ned.
“And we’re going to win!” declared Jerry grimly.
The race was on. Faster and faster flew the Chaser, until, even without the glasses, it could be seen that she was drawing nearer to the Comet. A view through the binoculars showed that those on board the stolen aircraft were rushing frantically about, doubtless trying to develop as much speed as possible.
“Can you make it, Jerry?” asked Ned.
“We’ve got to!” was the quick reply.