Tom. "I think I'd be apt to put him in the hospital first and jail
afterwards! He certainly deserves it-- for all the trouble he has
caused us and our-- er-- friends."

"'Friends' is good, with Dick engaged to marry Dora and you as good as
engaged to Nellie," snorted Sam "Precisely, and you and Grace making
goo-goo eyes at each other," added Tom, with a wink at his younger
brother. Then he quickly changed the subject. "Dick, do you think you
can strike a straight course for Plankville?"

"I'll try it," was the answer. "I don't think I'll go much out of the
way."

The Dartaway had a powerful motor, and once on the right trail the
eldest Rover advanced his gasoline and spark, and they went rushing
through the air at express-train speed. The boys were provided with
face guards, so they did not mind this. They did not fly high, and so
kept the railroad and other familiar objects fairly well in view. They
passed over several villages, the inhabitants gazing up at them in
open-mouthed wonder, and finally came in sight of a big church spire
that they knew belonged in Plankville. Then Dick slowed down the
engine, and soon they floated down in an open field close to the main
street and not a great distance from the sheriff's office and the
jail.

"Well, it certainly didn't take long to get here," cried Tom, as he
consulted his watch.

A man who lived close by was approaching and he readily agreed, for a
small amount, to guard the biplane.