“Out at Park Haven, Indiana. It’s an inter-State airship contest. It’s going to be the biggest affair of the kind ever held, and there are several prizes offered.”
“What’s the matter with our entering the Comet?” asked Bob.
“Nothing, I guess,” replied Jerry.
“I don’t see why you can’t,” added Mr. Glassford. “We will have a chance before then to eliminate all the defects, I hope.”
“Then let’s do it!” cried Jerry eagerly. “We’ll go in a race, and maybe we’ll win.”
“I don’t see why we can’t,” observed Bob. “The Comet is a dandy.”
“Well, boys, find out more particulars, and we’ll consider it,” said Mr. Glassford as he steered the ship down to a smooth place in front of the tent, after a most successful flight, in spite of the small accident.
Jerry and his chums went out on a long hunt for the lost pocketbook, but without success.
“Advertise for it,” said Chunky. “I’d offer a reward.”
“I will,” said Jerry, and he was as good as his word.