More than one asked those questions as they watched the airship becoming smaller and smaller in the blue sky.
“Our last chance!” murmured Jerry Hopkins. “Well, there’s luck in last chances.”
[CHAPTER XXVI]
SEEN FROM ABOVE
Below the boys in their airship there unrolled the fields and plains of Square Z ranch, as on some vast map. As the craft rose higher and higher the figures of the cowboys, gazing upward in wonder, became, to the eyes of the Motor Boys, first like dwarfs, then like a child’s dolls or toy soldiers. Then the men took on the similitude of ants, and were but tiny specks on a vast field of green.
“Wonder what will happen before we get back there again,” ventured Bob.
“No telling, but plenty, I hope,” said Jerry who was steering.
The airship was somewhat differently outfitted than when they had first used it in the West. A sort of cabin had been put on, it having been shipped to them from home, and this shut out much of the noise of the engine so that it was possible for them to converse without yelling at the tops of their voices in the ears of one another.
“Yes,” put in Ned, “if we discover the cattle thieves and find the professor that will be enough to hold us for a while.”