“Stop ’em!” bellowed Miles, and then he turned furiously on the officer. “Why don’t you stop ’em, you—you muttonhead?”
“Keep a civil tongue in you, young feller,” warned the officer. “There’s no power on earth’ll stop ’em now. That injunction will have to wait.”
A mighty cheer from the crowd drowned Miles’s furious reply.
The Electric Monarch had taken the air in a graceful, sweeping slant. The powerful craft was off on an errand of life or death.
[CHAPTER XXIX.]
A DARING RESCUE.
Entirely unconscious of the fact that they were law breakers, the boys’ hearts beat high with the love of adventure as the Electric Monarch soared above Portstown, saluted by scores of whistles, and dashed off south in the direction of Scatiute.
The lads had been in many surprising adventures, but they had never encountered such a crisis as the present one. Somewhere out above the ocean, the glimmer of which they could catch to the eastward, was drifting a crippled dirigible with three men on board. It was their task to find that craft and rescue the men.
The captain had confided to Jack the names of the men, and so, when Ned put the question to him a short time after the start he was able to inform him.