“It sure was,” agreed his partner.
But Jerry had not finished testing the Comet, for he wanted it to be in perfect trim for the difficult work ahead of them.
Accordingly the propellers were again started and the motorship was driven here and there as a dirigible. It behaved well, too, and needed but little adjusting. Then they went far up above the clouds, and Mr. Snodgrass managed to get a new specimen of a fly, which greatly delighted him.
“Now for the hydroplanes, and I guess we’ll be through,” said the steersman, as he guided the craft toward the river and dropped down on the surface. The big floats buoyed up the motorship, and then, by the power of her propellers, she navigated the stream with considerable speed. A number of motor boats from the club saluted Jerry and his chums.
“Well, this sure is a great get-up!” complimented Mr. Brill. “She can travel on land, on water, and in the air.”
“We can’t do much in the way of land travel,” said Jerry. “It isn’t exactly an auto, and we only use the wheels to get a start when we depend on the planes. Of course, as a balloon, we can rise without getting a start first. But I guess we’ll manage to drop down into that valley you told about.”
“If you can’t do it in this, nothing can,” was the miner’s opinion. “It sure is great!”
The following days were busy ones for the motor boys and their friends. The Comet had to be taken apart for shipment to the West, and many other preparations made for their long trip. They would travel by rail to Kabspell, and there reassemble their craft.
“Then we’ll provision her well, I hope,” exclaimed Bob.