“Go ahead, don’t mind him,” advised Jerry.
“It’s going to be a balloon and aeroplane carnival,” went on Chunky. “All sorts of airships are to be exhibited, and there are going to be races. It’s going to be great! They’re just putting up the posters all around town.”
“Is that straight?” asked Ned, for Bob was sometimes inclined to joke.
“Sure it is. Come on and I’ll show you the posters. There’s one on our side fence. I let the man stick it there.”
“And maybe your dad will make you take it off,” said Jerry.
“I don’t care. I wanted to have a chance to read it. But this carnival is going to be all right. As soon as I heard of it I ran to find you two fellows. Why can’t we go and take it in? It’s only about seventy-five miles to Broadlands. There are good roads, and we can go in our auto.”
“That’s the stuff! When is it?” asked Jerry.
“Next week. It lasts six days.”
“If it’s as hot as this the gas balloons will explode with the heat,” predicted Ned.
“Oh, it’ll cool off before then,” declared Jerry. “But what else, Bob? Did you look to see who any of the entries were by? Are the Wright brothers going to compete? Will Zeppelin send his big, long aluminum balloon over from Germany? Captain Baldwin ought to be on hand, anyhow.”