The Airplane Boys among the Clouds

The Airplane Boys among the
Clouds
by John Luther Langworthy

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Title: The Airplane Boys among the Clouds or, Young Aviators in a
Wreck
Author: John Luther Langworthy

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THE AIRPLANE BOYS AMONG THE CLOUDS
or,
Young Aviators in a Wreck
by
JOHN LUTHER LANGWORTHY

M. A. Donohue & Company Chicago ------ New York 1912

CONTENTS
I. TRYING OUT THE NEW BIPLANE
II. A RESCUER FROM THE SKIES
III. THE MEN IN THE TOURING CAR
IV. SUSPICION
V. FIGURING IT ALL OUT
VI. AN UNKNOWN ENEMY
VII. SEEN FROM THE EAGLES' EYRIE
VIII. MYSTERIOUS MR. MARSH AT IT AGAIN
IX. STARTLING NEWS OVER THE WIRE
X. IN PARTNERSHIP WITH THE CHIEF
XI. A NEW ALARM

XII. SANDY DROPS SOMETHING
XIII. THE CHALLENGE
XIV. SOMETHING DOING
XV. THE AWAKENING
XVI. THE CHIEF MEETS AN OLD FRIEND
XVII. GALLANT ANDY
XVIII. AT THE FOOT OF THE LIBERTY POLE
XIX. THE MYSTERY STILL UNSOLVED
XX. THE RIVAL AVIATORS
XXI. THE RACE WITH THE STORM
XXII. A TERRIBLE MOMENT ON OLD THUNDER TOP
XXIII. THE BIRD BOYS' TRIUMPH--CONCLUSION

THE AIRPLANE BOYS AMONG THE CLOUDS
or, Young Aviators in a Wreck
CHAPTER I
TRYING OUT THE NEW BIPLANE
"I tell you, Elephant, it's the Bird boys, and nobody else!"
"But they had a monoplane last summer, Larry; and you can see for
yourself it's a biplane out yonder over the lake. So that's why I thought
it must be Percy Carberry and his crony, Sandy Hollingshead."

"Shucks! stir up your think-box, Elephant. Get a move on your mind,
and look back. Don't you remember Percy lost his old biplane when he
took that trip down to South America, and had some trouble with the
revolutionists in Colombia?"
"Say, now, that's right. You mean the time Andy Bird found his
long-lost father, whose balloon left him a prisoner in such a queer way?
Yes, but tell me, where would Frank and Andy Bird get a biplane
now?"
"Oh! rats, what ails you, Elephant? Didn't they make the other; and
don't you know they've been busy all winter, in that shop Old Colonel
Whympers fitted up for them out in the field? And not even such bully
good friends as you and me were allowed to take a peep inside. That's
what they were working on--building this new biplane, after sending
for the parts."
"Don't it just shine like fun in the sunlight, though?" declared the little
"runt," who had been nicknamed "Elephant" by his chums, possibly in
a spirit of boyish humor, and which name had clung to him ever since.
"It sure does look like a spider-like craft," Larry Geohegan went on.
"Just see that white-headed eagle up in the blue sky. I bet you he's
looking down, and wondering what sort of thing it is."
"Huh! don't you fool yourself there, Larry," chuckled the other. "That
wise old chap knows all about aeroplanes. He's had experience, he has.
You forget that last summer, when the race was on between the Bird
boys and Percy, to see who could land on the summit of Old
Thunder-Top first, from an aeroplane, those same eagles had a nest up
there, and tackled the boys for a warm session."
The two lads had come to a halt on the road about half a mile from the
borders of Bloomsbury where they lived. From where they stood,
holding their fishing rods, and quite a decent catch of finny prizes, they
could look out over the beautiful surface of Lake Sunrise, which was
over fifteen miles long, and in places as much as three or four wide.

"Mebbe you can tell me, Larry," the smaller boy presently said, "just
why Frank keeps sailing around over the lake that way? Suppose he's
taking pictures from his biplane?"
"That might be, Elephant," Larry answered, slowly and thoughtfully.
"Seems to me I did hear somebody talking about the State wanting to
get a map of the lake, with all its many coves and points. But ain't it
more dangerous for aviators hanging over water than the shore?"
"That depends," remarked the other boy, whose real name was
Fennimore Cooper Small, and who was rather apt to have an exalted
idea of his own importance, as do so many undersized people. "If a
fellow dropped