The Aeroplane Boys on the Wing

Aeroplane Boys on the Wing, by
John Luther Langworthy

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Title: The Aeroplane Boys on the Wing Aeroplane Chums in the
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Author: John Luther Langworthy
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THE AEROPLANE BOYS ON THE WING
or,

Aeroplane Chums in the Tropics

BY JOHN LUTHER LANGWORTHY
1912

The further trials and triumphs of the venturesome aeroplane lads are
set forth in a particularly thrilling manner in the third volume of this
series, now on sale everywhere, and which is entitled, "The Bird Boys
Among the Clouds; or, Young Aviators in a Wreck."

CONTENTS
I. ON THE WAY BACK FROM THE GAME
II. FRANK'S WAY
III. SOMETHING ABOUT THE BIRD BOYS
IV. A STARTLING DISCOVERY
V. A WARM FIVE MINUTES
VI. IN SEARCH OF A CLUE
VII. ANDY RECEIVES A SHOCK
VIII. THE MESSAGE
IX. UNDER TROUBLED SKIES
X. NIPPED IN THE BUD
XI. OUT OF THE FRYING PAN INTO THE FIRE

XII. A GREAT SURPRISE
XIII. THE "DEVIL-BIRD"
XIV. THE AIRSHIP LAUNCHED AT LAST
XV. AN UNPLEASANT SURPRISE
XVI. THE AIR CHASE
XVII. THE CAMP IN THE TROPICAL JUNGLE
XVIII. WHEN FRANK STOOD GUARD
XIX. FIREBRANDS AND JAGUARS
XX. THE AEROPLANE BOYS ONCE MORE AFLOAT
XXI. THE LAST LITTLE HOT AIR BALLOON
XXII. RESCUED
XXIII. HOMEWARD BOUND--CONCLUSION

THE AEROPLANE BOYS ON THE WING
or, Aeroplane Chums in The Tropics
* * * * *
CHAPTER I.
ON THE WAY BACK FROM THE GAME.
"But the Bird boys won the prize of a silver cup!"
"What if they did? It was by a hair's breadth, Mr. Smarty!"

"And their monoplane was proven to be faster than the big biplane you
built, Puss Carberry!"
"Oh! was it? Don't you be too sure of that, Larry!"
"Didn't it land on the summit of Old Thunder Top ahead of you and
Sandy, in the race that afternoon? Tell me that!" and Larry Geohegan
bristled up to the recognized bully of Bloomsbury, while a dozen
fellows clustered around on the deck of the big power boat, listening
eagerly to this war of words.
They were on their way home from a very exciting game of baseball
that had been played at Cranford, across the lake. And after ten innings
of hot work the nine from Bloomsbury had won. But not until they had
changed pitchers, upon tying the score in the ninth, after coming up
from behind.
Puss and Larry both wore the uniform of the home players, and there
were others on the boat who also belonged to the team. In fact, the
staunch vessel had been placed at the disposal of the baseball club for
this day, by Commodore Elliott, the rich owner.
Larry had never been one of the adherents whom Puss could call upon
to back him up when he tried conclusions with a hostile faction; in fact,
Larry had always been an admirer of Frank Bird, who was recognized
as the most persistent rival the bully had ever encountered in his whole
career since coming to Bloomsbury.
Puss allowed a contemptuous expression to take possession of his face,
and even shrugged his broad shoulders, after a nasty fashion he had,
that often angered the one he was arguing with more than words could
have done.
"Aw! rats!" he said, in a disagreeable, rasping voice. "Everybody
knows that I'd won that same race only for trouble with my engine.
Frank was lucky, just like he generally is when he goes in for anything.
Look at him today, being called in to pitch in the tenth! We had 'em
badly rattled, and they were on the toboggan sure. Yet Frank, the great

hero, gets credit for winning that game. Didn't the Bloomsbury crowd
cheer him to the echo, though, and want to ride him on their shoulders?
Wow! it makes me sick, to see such toadyism!"
"What's all this big noise about, fellows? Didn't I hear my name
mentioned?" asked a tall lad with a frank face and clear brown eyes, as
he pushed forward.
It was Frank Bird himself, who had been talking with his cousin Andy,
and several other fellows, in the bow of the launch, and by accident
heard the voices that were raised in dispute.
Percy Carberry, known among his comrades simply as "Puss," did not
flinch