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Rayburn was a small village some twenty-five miles to the north of Nestorville. Jack kept the receivers on his ears as he flew along. From time to time he exchanged conversation with his father. So far everything appeared to be working as if there were no limit to the distance over which the voices from the air and land could converse.
Tom sat beside his cousin, Jack Chadwick, on the driver's seat of a curious-looking automobile which was whizzing down the smooth, broad, green-bordered road that led to Nestorville, the small town outside Boston where the Boy Inventors made their home. The car that Jack Chadwick was driving differed in a dozen respects from an ordinary automobile. There was no engine hood in front.
"He is in the Nestorville hospital." "May I go with you?" asked the professor, with astonishing eagerness for him. "Why, of course. But that black sand," said Jack. "What is it gold-bearing material of some kind?" "Gold!" exclaimed the professor with fine scorn, "gold would be dross beside it.
"Now what's to be done?" asked Tom. "We ought to get him over to the Wondership and rush him to the hospital at Nestorville," said Jack. "Yes, that would be the thing to do. But he's too heavy for us to carry," objected Tom. "Why not fly over here alongside him. I guess we could lift him in; that patch ought to hold by this time," suggested Jack. "That's a good idea.
Chadwick. Dick set his choicest language agoing, and his vivid description of Jack's part in every incident was embellished by the most flowery adjectives in his vocabulary. Jack had to listen, and grin. By the time his long story was done, Nestorville was sighted. As soon as the people saw the Wondership, pandemonium broke loose.
Not only Nestorville, but officials and crowds from the neighboring towns had poured in, and the reception the boys and the professor received lingered with them for many, many years. Later, as time went on, Mr. Chadwick's fortune was completely rehabilitated. Professor Jenks no longer was so eager to search for rocks, and while doing so get into all sorts of difficulties.
For a long time the supply from the black barren appeared to be inexhaustible. Suddenly, however, it ceased, and no more was dug. But what had been mined had been more than sufficient to make all prosperous. Dick, with his share of the proceeds, which the boys insisted that he accept, bought the Nestorville Bugle. From the very start, he made it a live, progressive paper.
Jack gave him a rapid account of the accident, not stopping just then to say anything about the incident of the farmer and his barn. "What are you going to do about it?" asked his father. "He appears to be seriously hurt," said Jack. "I was thinking of rushing him to the hospital at Nestorville." "That seems to be the best plan," said his father. "By the way, did those autoists get clear away?"
"Yes, he would if he's a bull-fighter," scoffed Dick, "and I never heard of there being any matadors in the vicinity of Nestorville." "Lots of doormats, though," grinned Tom. "Say, if you do that again I'll throw you out of the car," cried Jack at this atrocious pun. "Sorry, couldn't help it. Just slipped out," said Tom contritely.
Chadwick. He had notified the Nestorville police force, consisting of a chief and two men, and they were on the lookout for the offending auto. "Good," said Jack. "Say, dad, the radio telephone has shown its usefulness on the first day out, hasn't it?" They were soon in the air once more. The run to Nestorville was made quickly.
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