“Well, boys, you did finely in your bomb-dropping event,” he announced.
“How’s that?” inquired Bob.
“Good enough to start a record,” was the reply. “Eleven points out of a possible twenty-five. You’ll have a column or two in the newspapers for this exploit, Ben Hardy. If I do as well as that myself, Saturday, I’m in for first mention at the convention, sure.”
CHAPTER X
A RUSH ORDER
“I’d like to find the man that did that!” stormed John Davis in great rage.
“It wasn’t a man—it was a boy,” said Ben, but he distinctly said it to himself.
There was trouble at the Flyer camp. It had just been discovered. That morning Mr. Davis had joined in the principal feats of the preliminary aviation meet.
It had been a real endurance test and the barograph record was one of the principal features of the event. The Torpedo did very well as to speed, but was lacking in the altitude test. When the barographs were removed from the various machines the Flyer showed a 6,211-foot record. The Torpedo was fourth down in the list.
There never was a glummer, more sullen man than Burr Rollins when the announcement was made. It was pretty conclusive that the Flyer would go into the convention the favorite entry for the coming big aero meet.