We'll go up."
Ned scrambled to his seat, and Tom followed. He had an arrangement so
that he could slip loose the retaining rope from his perch whenever he
was ready.
Waiting until the motor had run another minute, the young inventor
pulled the rope that released them. Over the smooth starting ground that
formed a part of the Swift homestead darted the aeroplane. Faster and
faster she moved, Ned gripping the sides of his seat.
"Here we go!" cried Tom, and the next instant they shot up into the air.
Ned Newton had ridden many times with his chum Tom, and the sensation of
gliding through the upper regions was not new to him. But this time
there was something different. The propellers seemed to take hold of the
air with a firmer grip. There was more power, and certainly the speed
was terrific.
"We're going fast!" yelled Ned into Tom's ear.
"That's right," agreed the young inventor. "She'll beat anything but my
Sky Racer, and she'd do that if she was the same size." Tom referred to
a very small aeroplane he had made some time before. It was like some
big bird, and very swift.
Up and onward went the remodeled airship, faster and faster, until, when
several miles had been covered, Ned realized that the young inventor had
achieved another triumph.
"It's great, Tom! Great!" he yelled.
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