than he had anticipated.

"There's Medbury," said Dave at length, inclining his head towards
a cluster of electric lights below and somewhat beyond them. "That
means one-third of our journey covered."

"It's great what you and the Baby Racer can do, Dave," cried the
admiring and enthusiastic country boy. "We're going to make it,
aren't we?"

"If the wind doesn't change and we meet with no mishaps," answered
Dave.

A stretch of steady sailing was an excuse for Hiram to share a brief
lunch of ham sandwiches with Dave. The thoughtful Grimshaw had pro-
vided these at the last moment of the departure of the biplane.

By the watch Mr. King had given him on the occasion of winning a
race for the Aegis, Dave found that it was a little after two
o'clock when the Racer passed a town named Creston.

"It's only twenty miles farther, Hiram," announced the young aviator
with satisfaction.

"And plenty of juice in the tank left to go on," added Hiram. "This
is a trip to talk about, eh, Dave?"

Dave nodded and smiled. He suddenly gave renewed attention to wheel
and levers.