CHAPTER XXIII
AN IMPROMPTU RACE
"How's she running?"
"Couldn't be better!"
"You're not crowding her though, are you? I mean we can go faster; can't we?"
"Oh, yes, but I think if we average fifty miles an hour for the whole trip, we'll be doing well."
Dick, Paul and Innis were talking together in the small pilot-house of the airship. And it was Dick who made the remark about the speed. They had risen high above New York now, and were headed across the Hudson to the Jersey shore. They would cover the Western part of the Garden State.
"It sure is great!" cried Innis, as he looked down from the height. "If anyone had told me, a year ago, that I'd be doing this, I'd never have believed him."
"Me either!" declared Dick. "But it's the best sport I ever heard about."