"Butterfly a close second," reported Dave.

"There's another one!"

"And another!"

"See them come!" cried an excited old farmer. "Say, it beats the
electric cars down at Poseyville!"

The field was in a wild flutter. The contesting aircraft came
nearer and nearer. Finally Hiram could make out the Aegis fully a
mile in the lead, the wings set for a drop straight beyond the south
pylon.

"He's won--Mr. King has won!" he shouted again and again, fairly
dancing up and down.

The crowd surged towards the landing point as the Aegis gracefully
sailed to earth, ran a stopping course, and Robert King stepped out
amid the frantic cheers of his friends and admiring spectators in
general.

The great aviator looked please and proud. Old Grimshaw trotted at
his side on the way to the Aegis hangar.

"Say, you're taking about everything there is in sight," he
remarked, with one of his grim chuckles.

"I've run the limit on the set spurts, I guess," replied the expert
airman. "I'm going to look, for something better."