buildings.

Ten minutes later the Buzzard, amid a perfect scream of frenzied
welcome, dropped on to the wide sweep of green lawn in front of the
club-house, followed almost in the same breath by the Golden Eagle.
Rapidly the other four craft left in the race descended also.

The coffee tables and the gasolene cans were placed on the club-house
veranda, about five hundred yards from where the machines had
alighted. As they scrambled from their seats, the aviators made a rush
for the spot. Frank and Harry had the only 'plane in the race occupied
by two; but of course they could not both go to the veranda. Frank,
therefore, dashed off, leaving Harry standing by the Golden Eagle. He
was kept busy explaining its points to the admiring throng. To save
all the time possible the engine had not been cut out, but was merely
disconnected from the propellers and throttled down. A brief
examination showed that it was almost as cool as when they had started
on the race.

And now Frank was back with the gasolene, his mouth scorched with the
almost boiling coffee he had hastily poured into it. Malvoise had been
scalded worse than the boy aviator, but he had manfully choked down
the hot fluid and arrived at the side of the Buzzard at practically
the same moment as Frank.

Hurriedly the cap of the fuel tank was unscrewed and the contents of
the gasolene can poured in. Amid a murmur of excitement, the boys
climbed back into their seats. At the same instant Malvoise prepared
to start. There was not a second between them in the making of this
action, but the watches of the timers at the Harrowbrook showed the