“Plenty,” agreed Jerry.
“It’s almost like a circus,” was Ned’s opinion, “and we’re part of the show.”
“Well, get aboard and we’ll start,” counseled Jerry. “We’ll see if we can get up any speed.”
“That’s a great machine you’ve got there,” complimented the busy secretary as he hurried past. “Will you give some exhibitions flights after the regular events?”
“Perhaps,” promised Jerry.
Our heroes had no reason to complain of the manner in which their craft behaved. They went up to a good height and circled about in graceful curves. Then, having warmed up the motor, Jerry, who had been picked by his chums to guide the Comet in the race the next day, sent her around the ten mile course.
Faster and faster flew the big machine until even the tall steersman, exacting as he was, could not help admitting that he was satisfied.
“She’ll do,” he said, as he coasted toward the earth. “We’ll make the flight of our lives to-morrow, and——”
“Win!” cried Ned.
“Exactly!” exclaimed Jerry.