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So easy was the motion of the Abaris, and so evenly and smoothly did she glide along, due to the automatic action of the gyroscope stabilizer, that it really seemed as if they were standing still floating between heaven and earth.
"Well, they're going ahead of us," sighed Dick. "Uncle Ezra did better than I thought he would." Neither he nor any of the others were prepared for what happened. For suddenly the other airship swooped toward Dick's craft, in what was clearly a savage attack. Straight at the Abaris, using all her speed, came Uncle Ezra's airship. "What do they mean?" "What's their game, anyhow?"
Vardon was a veteran aviator, and heights did not bother him. Lieutenant McBride, too, had had considerable experience. Afternoon found the Abaris over Pennsylvania, which state would require about six hours to cross at the speed of fifty miles every sixty minutes. The captive balloons, and other landmarks, enabled them to keep to their course.
Some nine months ago I was in San Francisco, when I read an account of some discoveries made in the neighbourhood of Abaris. My heart leapt into my mouth as I read it. It said that the excavator had busied himself in exploring some tombs recently unearthed.
"This may save the race for us." The Abaris had already begun to settle down, but a moment later, as the motor received the supply of gasolene so Providentially provided, she shot forward again, her momentum scarcely checked. On and on she rushed. It was nip and tuck now between her and the rival airship. The big crowd in the aviation field yelled and shouted at the sight of the thrilling race.
I believe I'm going to bring her down in that creek!" They all looked ahead and downward. The Abaris, surely enough, was headed for a stream of water. "Perhaps you'd better handle her," said Dick to the builder of the craft. "We don't want her wrecked before we at least have a START after that prize." Mr. Vardon nodded, and took the wheel from Paul.
The Abaris automatically kept herself on a level keel, even as a bird does when flying. The gray dawn crept in through the celluloid windows of the aircraft. This material had been used instead of glass, to avoid accidents in case of a crash. The celluloid would merely bend, and injure no one. "It's morning!" cried Dick, as he sprang from his bunk, for he had had the previous watch.
The cabin was finished, and had been fitted up with most of the apparatus and the conveniences for the trip. There were instruments to tell how fast the Abaris was traveling, how far she was above the earth, the speed and direction of the wind and machinery, and others, to predict, as nearly as possible, future weather conditions.
Then they had run into the storm, as had Dick's craft, and several other competing ones, and Larson, the army man and Uncle Ezra were in great difficulties. But they forced their machine on. Of course Dick and his friends knew nothing of this at the time, as several hundred miles then separated the two airships. Onward and upward went the Abaris.
From the wilderness of Shur to the great bitter lake there was blood by day and fire by night. Abaris was the bulwark of Egypt, but we could not keep the savages back. The city fell. The Governor and the soldiers were put to the sword, and I, with many more, was led away into captivity. "For years and years I tended cattle in the great plains by the Euphrates.
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