“See anything familiar below?”
“By George!” exclaimed Bob wonderingly. “We’re right above our houses. Suppose anybody sees us?”
“Guess not,” his chum said. “They’re not out, anyway.”
A much higher altitude was reached, and their direction of travel was changed.
From that height, the passengers could easily make out the business district, including the United States Capitol, the White House, and other government buildings. In addition, they could see several score miles in every direction.
“Isn’t that Baltimore over there?” queried Joe, his keen eyes scanning the landscape.
“It is at that,” observed Mr. Wallace. “The atmosphere isn’t any too clear, though, and we can’t make it out very plainly.”
“We’re a great distance away, too,” remarked Bob. “Wonderful when you think about it, isn’t it?”
They circled around for a few minutes and then headed back to the airport, as the aviator did not care to use too much gas.
When again on the ground, Bob and Joe were more anxious than ever to be among those of the expedition who would travel by air. Their eagerness was increasing with every minute.