“Are you boys going to have a motor ship?” asked Alice Vines with great interest.
“We might; you never can tell,” returned Ned. “Stranger things have happened.”
“I think strange things are always happening to you boys,” commented Helen. “But I never, never would go in an airship.”
“Maybe you will in ours,” said Bob.
“No, I’ll not,” she said. “I’m afraid to even go up on a high ladder to pick cherries, and I know I’d faint if I was ever as high as those men are. I don’t see how they dare do it.”
She motioned to the operators of the dirigible balloons, which were now only small specks in the blue sky.
“Who’s ahead?” asked Andy.
“You can’t tell at this distance,” said Jerry. “But they’ll soon be coming back.”
It was so interesting, watching the race in the air, even though it was some distance off, that the time passed quickly. Almost before the young people realized it the balloons seemed to be getting larger.