“Great Juniper!” gasped out Hank, spilling his coffee in his agitation, “do you suppose——?”
“I don’t suppose anything. Let’s make sure,” cried Miles.
Hatless they rushed into the street but nobody paid any attention to their agitation. Everybody was equally excited. It was indeed a thrilling sight. Far above the heads of the gaping crowd an immense scarlet and silver shape was skimming on wings that shimmered in the bright sunlight.
“Hurrah!” yelled a man, and a hundred took up the cry half hysterically.
“It’s flying!” cried out an old lady, as if there was any doubt about it.
“What is it?” asked somebody.
“It’s an airship,” was the reply.
“Wa’al, it ain’t like any I’ve ever saw,” came the response. “It looks as big as a house. It’s got cabins on it, too.”
“Must be some more of the work of them boys up at High Towers,” hazarded Schultz, the blacksmith, who sometimes did odd jobs for the boys.
“Like as not it is,” agreed somebody else. “Them boys ’ull break their necks some day, sure.”