The Boy Aviators in Record Flight

right-below the aviator is spread out, like a many-colored carpet, a glowing landscape dotted with peaceful hamlets, busy smoky cities, and quiet farms and patches of woodland. But at night all

s, unless he is a skilled navigator and steers by the

on an almost due westerly course. The tiny shaded light above the binnacle was the only speck of illumination about the air-ship. Luckily the mo

Frank, with a backward glance, after t

arry; "that means they mu

o know just where they

ess key and sent a messag

up a f

a stretch of road in a lurid glare. The amused young aviators could see horses and catt

f the others?" asked Fr

erval been peering anxio

sign, c

t y

catch sight o

ifficulty in making out the dir

silence, straining th

Harry gav

four points off our

enough. Now, comparing her speed with that

een making ti

t look! Something's the m

ch they had picked the gas-supported craft out o

to descend," cri

e!" he broke off with

eloped the dirigible, sh

s the elder lad's excited sh

n the auto to answer

on answered by a blue glare from the auto. An a

cried Frank. "Now, Harry,

at

by. I don't want to risk our

ng to land a

in serious trouble. It i

ade's m

fraid, but it can't be helped. They have signaled

nd below them. So far as they could see, they were traveling over a

d Frank as he scrutinized the nature of the coun

asse

o cut out the e

rgency cut-outs. We might have to shift up again in a hurry, a

gible was settling, too. Her crew kept burning flares so as to see that

in a rocky meadow, about a hundred yards from the road. In a few m

t is

has ha

s the

if I didn't think it

nd questions came

a time," laughed Frank;

e out of us," inter

me we are losing, she is as sound as a bell, but the dirigible over yonder is

oys found a field path leading off into an enclosure in which they could see men scurrying round the big dirigible with lanterns

Frank, as the auto rolled

driver and owner of the craft. "It's mighty good of you to come to our aid. Yes, we've cracked a propeller blade,

ace," sympathized Frank; "it's too bad

Mr. McArthur. "We we

think we can help you

ld," exclaimed t

ike, I can let you have it till you reach Pittsbur

't think of d

chance of our having any accident to o

tart. The new propeller was a trifle smaller than the old one, but the driver of the dirigible was confident he could get good results with it. Before he started, however, he had to drop three of his men, with instructions to them to walk to

ys hurried back to the Golden Eagle, and were soon once more in the air. Daybreak

about them in every direction. Far behind them they could see the tiny speck of the dirigi

r," exclaimed Harry, as the boys looked blankly at

ned Frank, "but we ought to reach Pittsburg to-nigh

ll, there's one consolation, Slade can't

d Frank, but there was l

silence. It was broken by

rank! loo

tion smell the breakfast coffee, the aroma of the frizzling bacon and the hiss of the frying eggs. But what had caused Harry's shout was clear enough. Outside th

" exultingly cried Frank; "here