Jimsy, another to Aunt Sallie Prescott; one to the captain of the Rur

that made Peggy write thi

EUGENE

Ruritania-

aeroplane Gol

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knew that it would ser

, she headed about, and came racing back. Peggy deftly attached weights-spare bolts from the tool locker-to each of the

enough to mail som

big, bellowing British voice, from

low as you dare," cried Peggy,

ght of not more than fifteen feet. At the correct moment Peggy dropped the weighted bundle overboard, and had the satisfaction of seeing one of the officers catch it. T

Peggy dropped the wei

ave said!--Peggy blew them a kiss.

dear-a sort of an unattai

the steamer. For one instant the thought flashed across him that they were disabled. An unholy glee filled him at the thought. If only the Gol

s ever. Lieut. Bradbury, who had been watching the maneuver of the Go

of astonishment and appreciation in his tones did

thing to put them out of the race. There isn't another American-

e that in the near future was to come very nearly pro

think so, Mortlake?" inquired th

s inward feelings, or to wear his heart upon his sleeve; "ver

e puffy features of his compani

other type of machine I've got to look over out at Mineola. It

d, as he didn't much fancy duplicating Roy's

ou pl

ward, that aerial wonder had swung in a spiral, and was now seem

t the Golden Butterfly was close on her heels, and making almost as good time. Mortlake plunged his hands in among the machinery and readjusted the a

he officer, as they seemed to hurtle thro

gratified grin; "she'll leave any such old lumber wagon as

Butterfly, making about sixty mil

d of overheating your cylinder

ys "to take a chance" to beat any one he considered his rival. He was taking a desperate chance now. Under the artificial means he had us

nd, below them the pleasant meadow-lands and pa

ed itself. A tiny curl of smoke ascended from one of the cylinder-heads. A smell

"overheating already. Bet

ly, much diminished in size now by the di

ed stubbornly, "that ought to cool he

s it became apparent that, if urged at that rate, the Silve

bit? That paint's blistering, a

eans should be taken to compel Mortlake to reduce speed. If the engine became so overheated that it stopped in mid-air, they m

Mortlake stubbornly. "We'll beat

sigh, the overheated engines, almost at a red-heat, stopped short. The propeller c

rudder so as to bring the Silver Cobweb to earth in a series of long spirals. The maneuver was that of volplaning, and has been performed successfully by several aviators whose engines have suddenl

Silver Cobweb to a gentle landing in a broad, flat meadow, inhabited by some spotted cows, whi

mishap, or at least that they would pass on above him unnoticing. His first glance showed him the Golden Butterfly still steadily plugging along, and a moment late

d out of the machine, stamped and fumed by its side. Inwardly Lieut. Bradbur

ere, though, the other side of those trees. I guess I can get a bucket and som

hink?" inquired the officer, pulli

lf an hour. It sh

n o'clock, I can't possibly make it. And there's not another from ther

of hard luck with a vengeance. It m

once we get under way,

wonder if I can get an automobile or

his neighborhood. It is

o look up. It was the Golden Butterfly, swo

dent?" shout

flying, can't you?" bellowed Mortlake, his

ou?" came from Peggy, ignorin

N

es

me from Mortlake. The sec

ould be glad of a lift to Sandy Beach. I've go

Cobweb. Mortlake's face was black as night. He fulminated maledictions on

asked Roy pleasantly. "There's not

t of the men who made the carburetor. They did a bun

ould you like a lift home with us?" asked Roy, who

alone," snapped out Mortlake; "you cubs are

nd notes, Mr. Mortlake?" inquired Peggy swe

hsafing a reply, he strode off in the directio

ry," said Roy, e

and presently a buzzing whir told that the faith

us!" thought Pe

ched his young rivals climbing the sky. He sho