"He's gliding!" cried Kate, standing breathless at the door of the shed. The machine descended silently and rested on the smooth level sward. Kate darted forward.
"Oh, Charley!" she cried; "you've come!"
CHAPTER XVIII
THE LAST LAP
"Rather late, ain't you!" said Barracombe, as Smith jumped from the aeroplane.
"Hallo, Sis. Hallo, old man!" cried Smith. "We've done it; seven days, to the minute!"
Kate flew into his arms: only next day did she discover the ruin of her dress.
"I've a voice like a corncake," said Smith, disengaging himself. "Glad to see you, Billy."
"You're a wonder! But, God bless me! you look awfully done up. You look positively ill. Come up to the house at once; we don't want you crocked."