The Airship Boys' Ocean Flyer; Or, New York to London in Twelve Hours

“June 22, 2.1´ P. M. Left Acton (London). Fair S. W. wind. Thermometer 88°. Mr. Hope at wheel. Magnetic course, N. 55° 30´ W. (N. W. 7/8 W.) Altitude 800 ft. Speed 176 miles per...

The next land the _Ocean Flyer_ would pass over was the fifteen mile wide peninsula of Nova Scotia lying between the north arm of the Bay of Fundy and the Straits of Northumberl...

There was no marked sign of cordiality in Ned Napier, Alan Hope and Bob Russell as chairs were brought from the anteroom and the Airship Boys were asked to seat themselves. It w...

The rest of reporter Stewart’s story of the mysterious airship flight, together with his elaborate account of the construction of the aeroplane as it had been described to him,...

When Captain Ned, leaning backward over the lower gallery rail, gave the order to start, his eye caught sight of the _Herald_ burgee flying from the jack staff above. By deducti...

To be ordered to the office of the managing editor in this summary manner at half-past two o’clock in the morning was enough to set an older reporter than Buck Stewart guessing—...

Neither J. W. Osborne, president of the Universal Transportation Company, nor Major Baldwin Honeywell, its treasurer, had any financial interest in the new airship. This had bee...

The pilot room of the _Flyer_ contained no loose furniture. The only chair was that at the observer’s desk. When Buck appeared with a camp chair for Ned—one of those stored belo...

Bob was already at Roy’s side, crowding the trap opening in gasping alarm. Nearly 2,000 feet below them the haze of Brooklyn thickened into a cloud. Sweeping backward in the rus...

When Buck Stewart finally pointed out the long, black train sheds of the Paddington station and Alan began lifting the _Flyer_ to the thousand foot level, the eyes of every one...

Fogo Island, bleak, uninhabited and wave drenched, is now known for nothing except that it is the only island cut by the great circle or shortest course between New York and Lon...

“Come aboard,” called out Ned, giving the young _Herald_ reporter a look that also included him. The managing editor paused, seemed about to open a conversation with Buck and th...

On the morning of June 22 a fog lay on the Irish Coast until nine o’clock. Between that hour and ten o’clock the fog turned into a misty rain and it was not until nearly eleven...

When Sunday came, Alan, Bob and Buck were glad enough to ease up on their work. Supplies to be used on the flight were now accumulating in a corner of the setting-up room. All t...

President J. W. Atkinson of the Aeroplane Company, was always ready to offer chance visitors noon-time refreshment. In fact, for over ten days, the Airship Boys had not left the...

Before the arrival of the big automobile, Ned and Alan had a conference with the man in the rear room on the first floor. In all their aeronautical experience, one constant anno...

The full significance of this unique proposition did not appear to the Airship Boys until they had cleared their brains with several hours of sleep. In the preceding few days, a...

Alan gave little heed to these words. If Ned had sustained a severe injury the flight of the _Ocean Flyer_ would come to an end at once. When the boys had removed his clothing,...

It was a few minutes of eleven o’clock at night. One of the many editions of the great New York _Herald_ had just gone to press. But in the big, half-lit room where editors, cop...

Stewart, the reporter who had been working in the American Aeroplane Company’s plant for several days and who had telephoned the tip on the first flight of the wonderful new mac...

The program planned for the next six days was a full one. It was complicated somewhat by the fact that Ned left for Chicago a day later and was gone from Saturday morning till M...

pointing forward on a wide angle at its mouth. The acute end of the arm ended at the trap door in the bottom of the engine room. Rushing toward the freight to be loaded, suspend...

Just before one o’clock on the afternoon of June 21 ten persons sat down to luncheon in the private dining room of the American Aeroplane factory. President J. W. Atkinson, of t...