“I haven’t the least idea,” replied Jerry. “We’re still moving, however.”
“Is the storm over?” inquired Bob.
“Seems to be,” was Jerry’s answer as he peered from a window. “Yes, the sun’s coming up. Take a look—it’s great.”
Indeed, the rising sun, seen from an airship, with nothing to obstruct the view, is a magnificent sight, and one the boys had never witnessed before.
“Is everything all right?” asked Jerry as he went to the steering tower, where Mr. Glassford was still on duty.
“Yes; the night passed off very well. The ship is running very satisfactorily, and I think I’ll let you take charge now, and get some sleep myself.”
“I’m sure you need it,” remarked Jerry. “Bob is getting breakfast.”
“Trust him for that,” said Mr. Glassford with a smile.
A look all around the horizon failed to show the presence of any other of the contesting airships, though of course the travelers did not know whether they were ahead of or behind their rivals. They hoped the former.