“Where?” demanded Bob.
“Hovering over that meadow. See, it’s a big biplane, too.”
They looked and saw the white planes of a large aircraft.
“It’s a new one—see how white the canvas is,” commented Jerry.
“Looks just like the Silver Star,” put in Bob. “Maybe Brown and Black have come to apologize to us.”
“Not much,” answered Ned grimly.
“Say, fellows, that’s Noddy Nixon!” cried Andy Rush, who, strange to say, had been rather quiet on this trip. “He has a biplane.”
“So he has,” agreed Jerry. “I shouldn’t be surprised if it was Noddy, boys.”
“Let’s go down and see,” proposed Bob. Accordingly the Comet was headed for the strange aircraft which was slowly skimming along over the big meadow, at no great distance above the ground. There were two figures in it, as our friends could observe, and they were guiding the aeroplane about in easy circles and figures of eight.
“It’s Noddy all right,” declared Jerry, when they had come near enough to make out the occupants of the machine, “and Bill Berry is with him.”