Across the level space went the Comet with a whizz and a roar. The next minute it had mounted upward, and the motor boys were on the wing.
[CHAPTER XII]
NEWS OF BROWN AND BLACK
“Well, it seems like old times,” remarked Ned as he took an easy chair in the living room, back of the pilot house, and watched Jerry manipulating the various wheels and levers, as the big motorship mounted upward on a long slant.
“Yes, we’re under way again,” agreed the tall lad. “I wonder what will happen to us this trip?”
“What makes you think anything will happen?” asked Bob.
“Well it generally does, Chunky. Either we run over a spotted calf, or rip a cornice off a barn, or have a run-in with Noddy Nixon. Oh, there’ll be something doing on this trip before it’s over, mark my words.”
“I hope we’re done with mix-ups and Noddy Nixon,” came from Ned. “More likely we’ll have one with those queer fellows we met at Freedon—Black and Green.”