“Simon’s grandmother!” gasped one of the formerly skeptical men. “I never thought they could do it! Never!”
While Jerry spent most of the next day in making some necessary changes, his chums saw to the stocking of the craft with food and supplies, for they did not know how long they would be on the Border.
It was quite windy the morning set for the start, but Jerry, after a dubious look at the clouds, decided that they would delay no longer.
“We may strike a calm zone up above,” he said.
The last preparations were made, and with the motor boys and their friends aboard the Comet, Jerry gave the word to start. Once more came that nerve-thrilling rush across the ground, and then the quick ascent into the air. Again the crowd cheered, waving their hats and even jumping up and down in an ecstasy of wonder at something they had heard of, but never before seen.
“Well, they’re off, Ike,” remarked a man with a scar on his face, to another man in the crowd. “Now I wonder if we can trail ’em?”
“It isn’t going to be easy on horses, and yet that Nixon chap claims to know about where they’ll head for.”
“Where is he?”
“Oh, he said he wanted to keep under cover,—claimed they’d make trouble if they saw him. He’ll meet us on the main road just outside of town.”