"
"Paris!" cried Ned. "What for?"
"To renew our supply of gasolene, for one thing," replied the young
inventor. "Not that we will be out when we arrive, but if we take on
more there we may not have to get any in Russia. Besides, they have a
very good quality in France, so all told, I think the route over Europe
to be the best."
Ned agreed with him, and so did Mr. Petrofsky. As for Mr. Damon, he was
so busy getting his sleeping room in order, and blessing everything he
could think of, that he did not have time to talk much. So the eastern
route was decided on, and as the big airship, carrying our friends,
their supplies, and the wonderful air glider rose higher and higher, Tom
gradually brought her around so that the pointed nose of the gas bag
aimed straight across the Atlantic.
They were over the ocean on the second day out, for Tom did not push the
craft to her limit of speed, now they had time to consider matters at
their leisure, for they had been rather hurried on leaving.
The machinery was working as nearly to perfection as it could be
brought, and Tom, after finding out that his craft would answer equally
well as a dirigible balloon or an aeroplane, let it sail along as the
latter.
"For," he said, "we have a long trip ahead of us and we need to save
all the elevating gas we can save.
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