The aircraft boys of Lakeport

“We’re making thirty-five miles an hour now, Fred,” returned Joe Westmore, who was at the wheel of the big six-cylinder touring car that contained five of the liveliest lads of...

“That aviator may not know that he dropped anything--being so busy looking after the machine,” was Fred’s comment. And then all made their way into the bushes where they thought...

These and various other exclamations came from those in the touring car. All leaped to their feet and gazed up and down the narrow wood road and through the trees and bushes. Th...

“I don’t think he is crazy,” said Joe. “But he hates doctors--probably because his wife died through an operation, or something like that. Well, if he doesn’t want one, I don’t...

“Well, it is certainly a queer case,” was Joe’s comment, as the five boys rode home in the Corsen touring car. “Either that man is a bit off in his head or he has good reasons f...

“Yes, Joe; but an automobile is not a flying machine. Why, they aren’t safe! Only yesterday I was reading about a German birdman, as they call them, falling and killing himself.”

For a minute there was silence, as one crowd glared at the other. Joe and his friends hardly knew how to proceed. Old Freedick came out of the cabin, to see what was going on.

It soon became noised around the town that Joe and his chums had become the proud possessors of a flying machine, and the boys were asked innumerable questions concerning where...

These and numerous other comments went the rounds, as the crowd gathered around the aviator and the flying machine. Among those present were the fathers of the boys who owned th...

These and other cries rang out, as the big biplane came swooping down, closer and closer to the surface of Pine Lake. A number of boats were out, the occupants watching the flig...

The boys were just finishing their pie when the front door bell rang and Laura Westmore went to answer the summons. She found there a boy who did odd jobs around the railroad st...

Not to disturb the sleeping man, the boys followed Joel Runnell out to a barn behind the cottage, and there the old hunter told them how Andrew Akers had been since they had see...

Now that the sun was getting lower in the west, it was not so hot riding and, refreshed by their rest at the cottage, the five youths made good time over the hills leading to th...

“I don’t know--I’d have to look up the records, and I am not going to do that just now. If he has the stock his certificate will show it, and also show if it is paid for in full...

The general manager of the Springfield Novelty Manufacturing Company was plainly anxious and he could hardly wait for Lamar Chase to get rid of the new crowd that was gathering.

When the boys got home they had a great deal to tell, and it can be imagined with what interest the others listened to the recital. As late as it was Mr. Westmore and Joe went o...

It was Fred who spoke, about five minutes later, after the boys had found shelter in an old barn along the roadside. The barn had belonged to a farmhouse that had been burnt dow...

But with all their wishes to do something for Andrew Akers, Joe and his chums were unable to make a move in that direction, for the simple reason that they knew not in which way...

Such was the single word that burst from Harry’s lips as the biplane faded from view. All of the lads strained their eyes for a further sight of the _Skylark_, but in vain.

The _Skylark_ had been run to the far end of the level field, so that Joe could get a good start. He went up with ease and was pleased to find that even above the woods that lay...

Here was a new turn of affairs, and the men and the boys listened with interest to what Mr. Martin had to say. But the farmer could tell little more than what has already been m...

As the days went by the owners of the _Skylark_ became more proficient in running the biplane. They went up singly and in pairs, and covered the territory for several miles abou...

So the talk went on, one beautiful afternoon, about a week after the events recorded in the last chapter. Several of the boys of Brookside had mastered the art of aviation, and...

This talk took place two days after the letters about the aviation contests had been sent to Brookside and to Haverford. So far no answers had been received. The day was an idea...

“Bill Hickson, my milkman. Bill saw Mr. Akers at the cottage several times, an’ when Bill came over here he said he saw a man wanderin’ around in the woods as looked like Akers....

The posters and handbills had been printed--a hundred of the former and many thousands of the latter--and evenly divided among the four towns to be represented at the aero meet....

Such were some of the cries that arose as Si and Ike came down in the water, almost on top of Harry. For a full minute there was a grand scrambling all around, and then the youn...

“Oh!” The man stared at Harry and sat up. “Yes! yes! I know you! You are Harry Westmore! How did you get here? Are you in league with those who are keeping me here?”

Joe and Link had been out a day and a half in the _Skylark_, scattering the handbills of the aero meet far and wide over the countryside. Now they headed for Lakeport.

It was only one o’clock in the afternoon and already large crowds were coming into the enclosed field where the aero meet was to be held. A “parking space” had been set off for...