“No, no, that isn’t it. I must prevent Roy winning that race to-morrow at all hazards. Come into my hangar and we can talk quietly.”
“Ah, that’s the talk,” was the rejoinder, and Jukes Dade chuckled with grim delight. “You want a little job of work done to settle our friend’s hash. Well, you’ve come to the right shop when you meet up with old Jukes Dade who has an axe of his own to grind.”
CHAPTER XIV.
A GIRL AVIATOR’S ADVENTURE.
In the meantime, Peggy and Roy, the former at the steering wheel and controls, were skimming through the air above the charming country surrounding Acatonick. The exhilaration of flying, the thrill and zest of it, were strong upon them as they glided along, and they made an extended flight.
“She is working like a three-hundred-dollar watch,” cried Roy joyously as the speedy monoplane flew onward.
“She’s a darling,” was Peggy’s enthusiastic response. “I’m sure that if nothing happens you’ll win that race to-morrow, Roy.”
“I hope so, little sister,” was the response, “for there’s a whole lot depending on it.”
“But just think. If you only do we shall be at the end of our troubles.”