"But we'll have to fly over New York again," suggested Dick, "and if we're arrested a second time—"
"I think I can arrange that for you," said the army man. "I will have the war department make a request of the civil authorities who will, no doubt, grant permission to soar over the city."
"Good!" cried Dick. "And now for breakfast. Didn't that officer say something about a restaurant around here?"
"Yes, I telephoned from one," spoke Larry. "Then let's go there and have breakfast," suggested the young millionaire. "We'll have a little more room than in the airship, and Innis won't have to do the cooking."
"Oh, I don't mind," the stout cadet put in.
"What about leaving the airship all alone?" asked Paul, for already a crowd had gathered about it.
"I'll look out for it while you're gone," promised the officer.
"Isn't there some shed around here where we could leave it, so it would be safe?" asked Innis.
"What's the idea of that?" Dick wanted to know. "We'll be sailing down to the fort in an hour or so."
"Why can't we stay over a day or so in New York?" went on Innis. "I don't get here very often, and I'd like to see the sights."