The driving propeller had forced the Hawk to the end of its leash. The boys, with only a half wrap of the rope around the trunk, felt the quick pull, but easily controlled it. The pull was steady, but, inch by inch, they worked more and more of the rope around the trunk until there was enough to make a knot.
"Dot's der dicket!" exulted Carl, scrambling erect. "Ve've got her tied like a pird mit vone foot. Now how ve going to ged her hitched ondo der car?"
"We'll have to find out what's the matter with the motor, up there," answered Matt, "and see if the power can't be shut off."
As he spoke, he got to his feet and walked down the road to a point directly under the air-ship.
[CHAPTER II.]
A QUEER "FIND."
Both passengers in the air-ship were now leaning over the rail of the suspended car.
"Hitch us on to your automobile," shouted the one who had been doing the driving, "and tow us back to South Chicago."
The offhand way in which the man spoke proved that he was lacking on the practicable side of his nature.