“Something’s up; eh, Dave?” shot out Hiram, as the airman hurried from the cabin.
“It looks that way,” assented Dave. “I wonder what?”
CHAPTER XII
ADRIFT IN THE STORM
The two young aviators, alive to every motion of the Albatross and the movements of its operators, sat together on one of the observation benches.
“I don’t see any change in our course,” remarked Hiram, glancing from the window.
“Neither do I,” said Dave. “There’s a flash, though.”
“Yes, I saw it,” spoke Hiram, quickly. “Lightning, wasn’t it?”
“I think so. In fact, I am sure of it. Yes, it has all clouded up.”
“And a wind coming,” added Hiram. “What is it, Mr. Grimshaw?” he questioned, as there was a ring at the tube hook.
“Orders to close everything up fast and tight,” reported the veteran aeronaut.