“That’s a great machine!”
“Sort of cross between a dirigible and an aeroplane.”
“Wonder where they came from?”
“Say, how much speed can you make?”
“How high can you go?”
These were some of the comments and questions that greeted our friends as they alighted from their craft. They answered them as well as they could, and, having anchored the Comet, for there was some gas in the bag, that tended to raise her, they made their way through the press of people.
“Where shall we go?” asked Bob.
“To the office of the secretary, or some of the officials of the meet,” answered Ned. “I want to inquire about Mr. Jackson. I hope I have those papers safe, that dad wants him to sign.”
He quickly felt in his pockets, assured himself that the valuable documents were there, and kept on with his companions. Professor Snodgrass brought up in the rear, with his small butterfly net over his shoulder, and an empty specimen box in his hand, ready for whatever he might see in the way of insects.
Meanwhile Bob, Ned and Jerry were making their way to where they had been told were the offices of the company that had arranged the balloon meet. As the boys walked along they asked several men they met whether Mr. Jackson had arrived, but they could obtain no information. Either the persons were foreigners who had come to do stunts in their aeroplanes, and could not understand or speak much English, or else they had heard nothing of the man whom the merchant’s son was so anxious to meet.
“Well, the secretary will be sure to know,” decided Ned, as, followed by his chums, he entered the offices which were in a temporary building.
“Is Mr. Wescott Jackson’s machine here yet?” asked Ned, when he had found the proper official.
“It was here,” was the reply.
“Was here? Why, has he taken it away?”
“Not exactly. It’s off on a trial trip.”
“Then where is Mr. Jackson?”
“Oh, he’s gone, too—he went in his dirigible balloon a little while ago. Didn’t you notice a craft going up, just as you came down?” asked the secretary.
“Yes—yes,” replied Ned, while he felt a lump come up in his throat. “Was Mr. Jackson aboard?”
“Indeed he was. He is piloting his craft, and he has a friend with him besides the crew. As I said, he went off on a trial trip.”
“When is he coming back?” asked Jerry.
“Well, it’s hard to say.”
“Do you mean he won’t come back here at all?” demanded Ned, as he felt of the documents in his pocket—documents which it was so vital that Mr. Jackson sign.
“Oh, yes, we expect him back,” was the answer. “You see the meet officially opens to-day, and Mr. Jackson has promised to give an exhibition flight. Before venturing on that, however, he said he wanted to give his machine a tryout, so he took it up this morning. We expect him back almost any time.”
“Oh, that’s different,” said Ned, with an air of relief. “I want to see him on very important business, but we can wait until he returns.”
“I understand you have quite an airship yourself,” went on the secretary. “Don’t you want to enter her?”
The boys decided that they did not care to do this, at least until after they had seen Mr. Jackson, and obtained his signature.
“Perhaps we’ll enter some of the contests then,” remarked Jerry. “That is, if we may.”
“Oh, we’d be glad to have you. In fact, if you will give an exhibition flight this morning the committee will pay you well for it. We expected to have a well-known aviator here with his biplane, but he has disappointed us, and we have nothing with which to interest the crowds until afternoon. So if you could fill in, we’d be much obliged to you.”
“Let’s do it,” urged Bob eagerly.
“We might miss Mr. Jackson,” spoke Ned.
“Oh, you needn’t go far away from the grounds,” put in the secretary, “and you can see Mr. Jackson’s balloon when it heads back this way. I don’t believe he’ll go far off.”
“Might as well then, to pass the time,” suggested Jerry, and as Ned was willing, under these circumstances, the boys went back to their machine to get it ready for a flight. But Ned kept anxious eyes on the sky, watching for a first sight of the returning dirigible.