"We'll come back, after we win the prize, and do the 'aeroplane glide' with you," promised Innis.
"Will you?" demanded Irene. "Remember now, that's a promise."
Final arrangements were made, and everything was in readiness for the start for the Pacific. The army officers had inspected the craft, and congratulated the young owner and the builder on her completeness.
"Well, good-bye, girls," said Dick, as he and his chums shook hands with their friends who had come to see them off. The aviators took their places in the cabin. A hasty inspection showed that everything was in readiness.
"Well, here we go!" murmured Dick.
He turned the switch of the electric starter, and, an instant later, the Abaris shot forward over the ground, rising gracefully on a long, upward slant.
Then Dick, who was at the steering wheel, headed his craft due West.
From the parade ground below them came cheers from the army men and other spectators, the shrill cries of the three girls mingling.
"I wonder what will happen before we dance with them again?" spoke Paul, musingly.
"You can't tell," answered Innis, as he looked down for a last sight of a certain pretty face.