There were ample sleeping quarters for six persons, a living room and a
dining saloon. In short the Falcon was much like Tom's Red Cloud, only
bigger and better. There was even a phonograph on board so that music,
songs, and recitations could be enjoyed.
"Bless my napkin! but this is great!" exclaimed Mr. Damon, about noon of
the second day, when they had just finished dinner and looked down
through the glass windows in the bottom of the cabin at the rolling
ocean below them. "I don't believe many persons have such opportunities
as we have."
"I'm sure they do not," added Mr. Petrofsky. "I can hardly think it
true, that I am on my way back to Siberia to rescue my dear brother."
"And such good weather as we're having," spoke Ned. "I'm glad we didn't
start off in a storm, for I don't exactly like them when we're over the
water."
"We may get one yet," said Tom. "I don't just like the way the barometer
is acting. It's falling pretty fast."
"Bless my mercury tube!" cried Mr. Damon. "I hope we have no bad luck on
this trip."
"Oh, we can't help a storm or two," answered Tom. "I guess it won't do
any harm to prepare for it."
So everything was made snug, and movable articles on the small exposed
deck of the airship were lashed fast. Then, as night settled down, our
friends gathered about in the cheerful cabin, in the light of the
electric lamps, and talked of what lay before them.
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