“Oh, ours won’t be that kind,” declared Ned. “We’ll fly, all right. I wish we had it now, instead of this auto, to get home in.”
“You ought to be glad of the auto,” replied Jerry. “Still, I wish, too, that we had our new motor ship.”
[CHAPTER XI]
BUILDING THE COMET
One evening, about a week after this, Jerry Hopkins was seen hurrying down the main street of Cresville. He walked fast and hardly looked from right to left.
“Hello, Jerry,” called Frank Merton, one of his town friends, “come over and have a plate of ice cream.”
“No, thanks. Haven’t time, Frank. I’m in a hurry to catch Bob and Ned. Haven’t seen either of them around, have you?”
“No. If I see ’em I’ll tell ’em you were lookin’ for ’em.”
“I wish you would. It’s quite important.”