The Aeroplane Boys Flight

Aeroplane Boys Flight, by John Luther Langworthy

Project Gutenberg's The Aeroplane Boys Flight, by John Luther Langworthy This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net
Title: The Aeroplane Boys Flight A Hydroplane Roundup
Author: John Luther Langworthy
Release Date: January 2, 2004 [EBook #10576]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE AEROPLANE BOYS FLIGHT ***

Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Dave Morgan and PG Distributed Proofreaders

THE AEROPLANE BOYS FLIGHT
Or A Hydroplane Roundup
By JOHN LUTHER LANGWORTHY

MADE IN U.S.A.
M.A. DONOHUE & COMPANY
CHICAGO NEW YORK
1914

CONTENTS
I--THE BOY FLIERS
II--ON GUARD
III--NOT CAUGHT NAPPING
IV--THE STARTLING NEWS
V--THE EXCITEMENT GROWS
VI--FIGURING IT ALL OUT
VII--THE AIR SCOUTS
VIII--JUST BELOW THE CLOUDS
IX--THE PILOT OF THE MERMAID
X--HEARD OVER THE WIRE
XI--COMPARING NOTES
XII--AT THE HOSKINS FARM
XIII--THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR
XIV--A CLUE
XV--WHEN CASPER CAME BACK
XVI--THROWING OFF THE MASK
XVII--SALLIE RIDES BAREBACK
XVIII--AN AEROPLANE CHASE
XIX--DROPPING A "BOMB!"
XX--OVER LAND AND SEA
XXI--OVER THE BOUNDARY LINE
XXII--THE HYDROPLANE RESCUE
XXIII--BROUGHT TO BOOK--CONCLUSION

THE AEROPLANE BOYS FLIGHT
Or A Hydroplane Roundup
CHAPTER I
THE BOY FLIERS
"It was my mistake, Frank!"
"How do you make that out, Andy?"
"Simply because I was using the little patent Bird monkey-wrench last in our shop, and should have put it back in the toolbox belonging to the aeroplane. The fact that it isn't here shows that I mislaid it. Give me a bad mark, Frank."
"Well, I must say it's a queer stunt for you to forget anything, Andy Bird. But with dark coming along, and home some miles away, it's plain that we'll have to let the mending of that wing go till morning."
"But do you think, Frank, it's just safe to leave our pet hydroplane over night in this field on the Quackenboss farm?"
"Why not, Andy? Sky as clear as a bell; little or no wind promised; and then we can hire the farm hand, Felix Boggs, to keep an eye on it. Looks as easy as falling off a log."
"And all because I didn't put that little wrench where it belonged! Kick me, won't you, please, cousin; I deserve it."
"Well, I guess not. Didn't I make just as bad a break last week? I guess now, no boy's perfect. And I don't mind the walk home a bit. Fact is, it ought to do us both good, because we don't stretch our legs enough, as it is."
"You're the boss chum, Frank!"
"Then you're another. See what you get for calling me names. But when you've fastened down that plane so it can't get into trouble, if the wind should rise in the night, perhaps we'd better be hunting up this Felix Boggs, and then start for home.
"Well, I'm glad we'll get there in the night-time, Frank, even if the moon does happen to be nearly full."
"What makes you say that, Andy?"
"Because, when an aviator leaves his wounded machine in a field, and walks home, it makes him feel like a dog with his tail between his legs, sneaking along back of the fences."
Frank Bird laughed merrily at the picture drawn by his cousin and then stooping again, with a few deft turns of a heavy cord, helped Andy secure the broken plane so it would not get into trouble during the coming night.
After which the two boys headed toward the barns belonging to the farm, which just showed their tops above the adjacent rise.
While they are walking there it may be a good time for us to introduce the pair of young aviators to such readers as have not had the good fortune to meet them in previous volumes of this series of stories.
The cousins lived in the town of Bloomsbury, a thriving place situated on the southern shore of Sunrise Lake, which was a magnificent body of water, said to be nearly seventeen miles long by three wide, in places.
This lake having hilly shores that were heavily wooded in spots, and with numerous fine coves, afforded grand sport to the young people of Bloomsbury, both winter and summer.
The railroad skirted one shore and then passed through the town. Some miles off arose a lofty peak known as Old Thundertop, which had a road running part way up its side. The summit was believed to be utterly inaccessible to mortal man until one day the Bird boys managed to accomplish the wonderful feat by the aid of their aeroplane.
They had been spending all their spare time, when not in school, working upon the line that seemed to have a strange fascination for them. Frank's father was one of the best known doctors in town, a man of considerable means, and with a firm faith in his boys, so that he was easily convinced whenever Frank wished to do anything.
Andy had been living with his guardian for some time, until the return of his