“From Liverpool to New York, U. S. A.,” came the cheery answer. “We’ll sight the Statue of Liberty in the harbor within six days.”
Ned felt the clasp of Alan’s hand in his.
“Well, we’ve seen the last of the Ocean Flyer,” Alan said drearily. “We’ve lost the finest craft of its kind in existence.”
“Never mind, Alan,” answered Ned, renewed vigor sparkling in his eyes. “We’ve accomplished all that we set out to do and I promise you that, back in New York again, we’ll build a brave new airship beside which the old Flyer would have seemed like a joke. Remember that we’re now bound for the ‘land of the free.’”
“And ‘the brave,’” rejoined Bob quickly, casting an affectionate glance over at Alan and Buck.
Transcriber’s Notes:
Illustrations have been moved to paragraph breaks near where they are mentioned.
Punctuation has been made consistent.
Variations in spelling and hyphenation were retained as they appear in the original publication, except that obvious typographical errors have been corrected.