The Air Ship Boys : Or, the Quest of the Aztec Treasure

air ship boys were at last embarked on their extra

n this were two sections that opened up into four berths. Beyond the berths a passageway led to a private st

n," exclaimed

o bunk, Alan?" N

ew is in th

partners in this enterprise. I don

e had dropped his valis

s," he said with a laugh, "when we don't wan

red lad

id. "I specs I ain't half so 'fraid o' In

ttend to the 'stuff

ed to the b

train crew are compelled to come through. We, in turn, must be careful about

itted with a lid the edges of which were bound with ru

proof top with a hole in it?" as

lid's to keep de hydrogum from gett

ese boxes, six inches square, were each about three feet in height and in each could be seen the neck of a glass vessel. Securely packed in their iron jackets to prevent breaking, stood the glass receptacles,

out Ned closed and locked the lid. He then screwed one end of the hose onto the open spou

dense hydrogen, it is more difficult to keep it in liquid form. It cons

exhibited to his friend the results of his share of the work of preparation. Every c

e large oak tanks, looking like

ose than you've got in your bla

ght," finally said Ned; "and now those easy c

Alan, forgetting that his chum

ut I'd be happier if I had had

stateroom," announced

urned-Ned i

continued the colored boy

a bunch of pink roses. On either side, in a dish of cracked ice, was the half of a luscious cantaloupe. Silver kni

e jiggered!"

ty, eh?" la

ed as they seated themselves. "But I want to than

fragrant, cool melon when he saw a folde

. The roses are from my own garden.

rom Alan

o it, Alan?

an wringing his chum's

ng chef suddenly appearing with a smoking

did not

sat on either side of the table

ting nervous

hat?" as

lity for this car and the setting up

?" excla

n I'm not the captain. Bu

etting along

o well," Al

oes because we planned it just that way. Things can't go too well. That is a foolis

ad to take now and then from his f

in good luck?" rather sh

ed, "if it comes-and I never put

urn in early and be up early, Ned insisted on seeing Major Honeywell's chart of the country t

rough pencil sketch. The ins

is a wilderness," Major Honeywell wrote. "White men do not visit it because the Indian

n't it?" inte

ille the desert begins at once. If you will start a little east of north and locate the Indian village of Toliatchi, twenty miles away, you will be on the Arroyo Chusco. Although the bed of this stream may be dry it can be traced northward sixty-five miles, where it unites with the Amarilla, eighty-five miles from Clarkeville. At t