“Is there one there?”
“Yes. I read about it in the paper.”
Both Dave and Ned had seen an airship before. Besides two that had passed over the town the day previous, they had once witnessed an ascent at a circus at Brocton.
Every nerve in Dave’s body was thrilling with animation. He had dropped the lines, and Dobbin had wandered to the side of the road seeking for grass, nearly tipping over the load. Dave righted the wagon.
“Say,” spoke Ned, “stop at the house, will you?”
“What for?” inquired Dave.
“I want to ask the folks to let me go to town with you.”
“I’ll be glad to have you, Ned.”
“All right. You know the common is right on top of the hill, and one of the fellows said they could watch the airships yesterday for miles and miles.”
A turn in the highway brought the boys to the Towner place. Ned ran into the house and soon returned all satisfaction and excitement, his pockets filled with cookies and apples.