“Then that is settled, thanks to you,” said Peggy with characteristic decision.
They all entered the farm house, from which, a few seconds later, Roy emerged, clad in the garments his sister had donned a short time before. He climbed into the aeroplane amid the admiring comments of the farm hands, who, by this time, had come in from the fields, drawn by the wonderful airship, and stood all about it gaping and wondering.
Peggy, in a dress belonging to the farmer’s daughter, who was away on a visit, stepped quickly to Roy’s side as, after glancing at the clock attached to the front of the aeroplane, he started the engine.
As it started its uproarious song, the farm hands jumped back in affright. But Peggy clasped her brother’s hand.
“Win that prize, Roy,” she said.
“I’ll do my best, little sister.”
And that was all, but as Peggy Prescott gazed a few minutes later at the fast diminishing form of the speeding aeroplane she felt that all she had braved and dared that day had not been in vain.
CHAPTER XX.
IN THE NICK OF TIME.