“But what if they bump us, eh?” urged Andy, uneasily.
“Rats! Not much danger of that, because both machines would go down in a mess. And Puss is too much like a cat to take such big chances. Never mind them, I tell you. Just watch how we are doing and pick up points. Ha! there’s Colonel Josiah waving his crutch and shouting. He’ll be as hoarse as a crow soon.”
“They’re mounting up higher and higher, Frank. I bet they want to show off and look down on us,” grumbled Andy.
“Let ’em, then. They won’t have the chance much longer, once I get the hang of this thing,” commented the other.
“How does it work, Frank? And does she mind her helm all right?”
“Like magic,” came the pleased reply. “Why, the slightest touch changes the course up or down or sideways. You see, that’s the advantage of air travel. A ship can only go on a level, no matter how you point her nose, but an aeroplane has the choice of ascending or descending.”
“Yes, sometimes descending too fast,” said Andy.
“Perhaps; but we won’t talk of that. Are they still coming this way, Andy?”
“Huh! they’re almost over our heads right now,” declared the other, stretching his neck. “Don’t you hear their motor fussing to beat the band? It would be just like one of those sneaks to try and drop something down on us and claim it was an accident.”
“Oh, punk! Let up on that. That would spoil their chance for a race; and don’t you see Puss is just dying to beat us in that silver cup run?” said Frank.