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Updated: June 28, 2025
If he thought that possibly he was losing his last chance to win the trans-continental race, he said nothing about it. The motor was shut off, and there was silence aboard the Abaris. No one felt like talking. As they volplaned downward they saw the wreck of the Larabee strike the outer branches of a big tree, and then turn over again before crashing to the ground.
"If he's had more than two he's out of it, anyhow, and I wouldn't strain my engine." "We'd better keep on," advised Mr. Vardon, and they all agreed to this. Toward the close of the afternoon the Larabee, which they were all sure was the name of the craft in the rear, came on with a rush. Her speed seemed increased by half, and she would, it was now seen, quickly pass the Abaris.
There was a moment's constrained silence, then Shandon said suddenly: "Johnnie, what d'you mean by 'shortening' him?" "Puttin' him in short clothes, dearie. Thelma's been short since Gran'ma Larabee come down at Christmas," explained the other, briskly. "I never knew about that," said Mrs. Waters, humbly. "Danny's the first little kid I ever touched.
With a throb and a roar, the motor took up the increase, and whirled the big propellers with mighty force. Then, in a last endeavor to prevent the collision, Mr. Vardon sent the craft down at a sharp slant, intending to dive under the other. But this move was anticipated by Larson, who was steering the Larabee.
Larabee said gently, with a significant glance at the watching circle. "We oughtn't to lose any time." Dr. Lowell stepped out beside her and gently took Danny in his arms. "I hope you'll let me carry him over there for you, Mrs. Waters," said he. "There's no question that he's pretty sick. We've got a hard fight ahead."
"All ready," answered Lieutenant McBride. "All ready," agreed Mr. Vardon. "Then here we go!" cried Dick, as he pulled the lever. The airship was on her way to the starting point. "Well, Mr. Larabee, we are almost ready for a flight." "Humph! It's about time.
"Well, you'll pay me ten dollars, Ezra Larabee, or you don't take that machine away from here!" insisted the owner of the orchard. "You beat me once in a lawsuit, but you won't again!" The two had been enemies for many years, Mr. Crittenden insisting that a certain lawsuit, which went against him, had been wrongfully decided in favor of Dick's uncle. "Well, I won't pay no ten dollars," said Mr.
Larabee said in a low tone, with her hand tight upon Shandon's shaking one, "He'll be jest about fagged out when the doctor's done with him, dearie, and as hungry as a hunter. Don't YOU git excited, or he'll be sick all over again." Crowding solicitously about her, the women got her upstairs and into dry clothing.
"Mother, here's Shandon Waters driving into town with the baby!" breathed pretty Mary Dickey, putting an awed face into the sitting-room. "I declare that looks terrible like Shandon!" ejaculated Johnnie Larabee, straightening up at her wash-tubs and shading her eyes with her hand.
Exactly what passed between Uncle Ezra Larabee and his caller, Aunt Samantha never learned. She was so overcome at seeing the parlor opened, that perhaps she did not listen sufficiently careful. She overheard the murmur of voices, and, now and then, such expressions as "above the clouds," "in the air," "twenty thousand dollars, and maybe more."
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