“He’s coming for us!” cried Ned.
“He may hit us!” added Bob.
“Not much danger I guess,” replied Jerry. “He ought to be able to steer well out of the way.”
But the Winner did seem to be coming alarmingly close to the Comet, and even Jerry was a bit apprehensive.
“Guess I’ll get some steerage way on, and move up a bit, fellows,” decided the tall lad. But before he could do this something happened.
The Winner was coming on rapidly. The malevolent faces of Noddy and Bill could be made out now. They were both grinning.
“We’ll cut over your heads all right!” boasted Noddy. “We’ll show you how to fly.”
An instant later the nose of the Winner was tilted upward still more, as Noddy shifted his rudder. It seemed as if the new craft would clear the Comet, and that Noddy would make good his boast.
But just as Jerry got the propellers in motion, and as the motorship was slowly moving to one side the Winner topped her. Right over the heads of our heroes flew Noddy.
Then came an ominous ripping, tearing sound, a hissing as from compressed air, and the Comet began to sink.