The road leading to the fair-grounds from the main thoroughfare or pike, ran north. Finally reaching the east-and-west road, the deputy’s horse was put to a run. It was then a half mile further before the flying car could possibly be seen, as, for that distance, the main road ran between trees. It was not until ten minutes after the excited lawyer and the bruised deputy had started on their chase that they came out into the open road.
“There he goes,” exclaimed Deputy Pusey, when they did.
“Giddap,” shouted the lawyer, hitting the already galloping animal with the end of the lines. “He’s goin’ like all sixty.”
Almost directly ahead, and perhaps four miles away, the aeroplane hung like a bird. Without knowledge of what it really was, the object could not have been picked out for other than a bird in flight.
“I’m afeered he’s given us the slip,” added the deputy.
“He ain’t goin’ far,” replied the panting lawyer, still slapping the already jaded horse.
“You’re right,” sang out his companion. “He’s lightin’ a’ready.”
It seemed that this was true. The aeroplane, which was no great distance in the air, was dropping slowly toward a distant line of trees.
“Comin’ down in the woods,” said Attorney Stockwell.