The Motor Boys in the Clouds; or, A Trip for Fame and Fortune

, Jerry, have yo

news,

o be great. I thought sure you'd heard

r in the grass, where he was stretched out under a big mapl

quite stout, as his nickname of "Chunky" implied; and he had hurri

ere, puffing like a steam engine, and making all sorts of a row, while Ned and I are trying to k

d be anxious to

t ne

d be that there was a freezer full of ice cream somewhere within easy reach. If you're not ready to tell

right," replied Bob, a little put out at the man

tell, let it go. I'm listening. What's it about? Has our gold mine failed, o

gold mine, either," responded Bob. "But there's going to

terrupted Ned. "Excuse me. I can see all the catt

u mow the front lawn this morning,

want to see a lawn-mower again. But here comes Bob, all excited over a county

ignantly. "Well, if you're so smart, did you ever hea

u there, Ned

. "Why don't you tell us your story, instead of hemming and hawing around here, like an automobi

ance. There's going to be a car

once before,"

't mind him,"

sorts of airships are to be exhibited, and there are going to be races. It

ed Ned, for Bob was som

u the posters. There's one on our sid

will make you take

t. As soon as I heard of it I ran to find you two fellows. Why can't we go and take it in? It'

uff! When is i

. It lasts

gas balloons will explode wi

o any of the entries were by? Are the Wright brothers going to compete? Will Zeppelin send hi

any of those big inventors will be on hand, but I c

p over his news, that both Ned and Jerry lost their ha

t?" inqui

dy N

chump going to ex

Bob. "But it's some sort of a machine for sailing abov

ll the fellows in the

Bob. "That's what drew my attention to

posters?" chorused

e that's the proper word," said Bob, grin

ect to sail

of a sheb

t you tell

thing about it. He must h

et the gumption

ts, Bob's two chums asked of him so q

et their breaths. "What's the matter with taking a run over to Broadlands

knew indicated that he was thinking deeply. Indeed, Bob's news had created quite an impression on Jerry, and in a measure it was

ll us?" asked Ned. "What so

young Nixon, the town bully, was their enemy, and, in the past, had done much to annoy and injure them, though, usually

is only one of about twenty, I guess. There are pictures of all so

. "I wonder what sort o

up and down-faster than you can count-whoop! there they go-up goes the machine-down again-round in

uch excited, had to stop, for he was o

ys," remarked Jerry, stretching out in the grass again. "Wel

Nixon-his airship-thought you wouldn't mind-I came up

rupted Ned, pretending to hand

begged Andy

st shut off a little of your gasolene, retard your spark a bit, an

eeds some one who is light, and he asked me. But

it?" asked

ut it. I guess he didn't want you fellows to get on to it, for fear you'd beat him

ietly now, and his three

y shaped like a

when he wanted me to sail it for him. It's a big tin fly, with wing

it run?"

e took out of his old auto, I guess.

inks he can fly i

told me how many flaps the wings ma

ne rise in the air?" asked Jerry. "Has h

ings on each side, with a tail in back like that of a fish. He says t

exclaimed Jerry. "He must be cr

kes four men

up by vibrating tin wings," went

oys, looking up, saw Noddy Nixon, their enemy, standing not far away. He had come up through the fields back of Jerry Hopkins' hou

The Firefly will fly, and I know it, and if you slander me or my machine any more I'll sue you for damages. I'll fix you, Andy