The Boy Inventors' Flying Ship

lained that it was a wireless message, relayed from the yacht Valkyrie,-via Sciuticut,-stating that his friend Professor Bismarck Von Dinkelspeil, on board the Valkyrie, was bound for S

Racer into some novel form. The Professor may be here to-morrow, and if you wish me to I'll present you to him and

o details?"

lebrated man and has been all over the world on various scientific quests, in

arent in possession of the

think?" he asked when Jack complet

nother gun," cried the boy. "I

her delay he plunged into an explanation of the Wondership. Mr. Chadwick looked a

will work?" he asked,

act, we have buoyancy

ice are differen

w, sir

there. It's worth risking," broke in Tom, una

k considere

your 'Wondership,' as

er good points may be imagined. While they were thus engaged

rything

ut on the ultimate

ty of

more gas-making stuff

en. I'm ready

gleaming metallic sides. The boys exchanged glances. But they didn't make any comment. It was not a time for words.

ck, in a voice that sounded like

-scape of rising waves, overcast sky and, in the center, the yacht, her reversed ensign making a bright splotch of

Tom hastened back. He c

rt was bounding with sufficient velocity to be uncomfortably evident

uess. Be ready to lower those h

of his duty that the boys had already rehearsed. Jack's hand sought a lever. A hissing sound followed. The gas was

half full," announced

e?" inquired Tom,

ve hundred pounds. We'l

s. Through his spectacles he eyed the boys' preparations with interest. It was by no means his first trip in the Flying Road Racer, as he stil

he bag was almost full, "that will lift us and I'

ing up fir

you a chance to get over yo

om indignantly. "I'm

excited. Jack, on the other hand, although his pulses were throbbing uncomfortably fast and a la

m going to star

. Go ahead as soon

ge batteries that ran the lights and the ventilating fans, whirred loudly in response. An instant lat

a jolt the Wondership leaped forwa

obbing human heart. The light but strong framework vibrated under the strain

high water mark. As the odd craft rushed toward the waves Tom was

d indignantly to himself, and then

t's

Jack, who was busy adju

, th

sort of muffled sound, coming seemingly from

e machinery," cried Tom, a

e a clock," rejoined Jack. "

et. A gust of wind struck them and sang weirdly through the rigging and supports. But the craft never wavered on her course

hing us luck

voice. "By the bounding brown buffal

ack looking around in astonishment, as he manipul

that same mysterious voice. Th

things," declared Jack; "but I

d Tom, dismissing the subject. He thought

yacht. I mean to circle her and then,"

and faster she went. Far below them lay the sullenly h

, Tom. Get

d fixed in place. The yacht was right below them now, but the figures on her deck were d

peller ceased revolving. In almost total silence, except for the boys' quick breathing, the desc

e buck-jumping broncos of Butte,

d of red hair poked itself out from under the seat,