"There's only three!" gasped Roy.
"Three what?" cried Jimsy.
"Three aëroplanes," returned Roy.
"Rubbish, you haven't got your eyes open yet."
"I'm right, I tell you; come in and count them if you don't believe me."
"Roy is right," cried Peggy, running up to the group; "the Golden Butterfly has been stolen!"
"Stolen!" interjected Jimsy.
"That's right!" cried Jess; "those stupid police people left the barn unguarded. Whoever tried to set it on fire must have returned and stolen the Butterfly."
They regarded each other blankly. Was this Sky Cruise that they had looked forward to with such eager anticipation to be nothing but a series of mishaps?
"It's awful!" gasped Peggy; "nothing but trouble since we started out."