Around the World in Ten DaysFraser, Chelsea Curtis
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Around the World in Ten Days
Fraser, Chelsea Curtis
Air pilots -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction
Colonel Hess stepped quickly up. In one hand was a watch; the other
was extended.
"My heartiest congratulations, boys!" he exclaimed, as he received
their paper. "You have arrived just in the nick of time. Panama time,
it is now exactly fifty-nine minutes after twelve!"
They had won by one minute! The flyers were so tickled that they also
felt like cheering. But they were sobered instantly when Mr. Wrenn
came forward and they saw how sorrowful he looked in spite of the brave
smile with which he greeted them.
"Young men," said the publisher of the Clarion, "as the loser in this
contest I also wish to congratulate you. We have suffered a heavy blow
ourselves, but you deserve full credit for the good work you have done,
and I am not the kind of a contemporary to withhold compliments so
fairly earned. I trust my men conducted themselves as true sportsmen,
poor fellows."
Noticing that Oliver Torrey was on the point of making reply, John gave
him a warning look, and a moment later pulled him aside and said in a
low voice: "Mr. Wrenn should not know that you fellows did not conduct
yourselves otherwise than fair in this race. That would make him feel
all the worse. Keep mum to _everybody_ about this, and we'll do the
same."
Oliver Torrey nodded--tears in his eyes as he saw how desirous the
Sky-Bird's crew were of protecting his own interests as well as the
good name of his former associates. What fine fellows they were! How
he wished he could have been allied with them on this cruise, instead
of with Pete Deveaux and his bunch!
The hardships and perils of the past ten days were forgotten in the
excitement of the present. Our flyers hardly knew what they were
doing, so great was their joy. They shook hands with scores, hearts
swelling with those emotions invoked by achievement and the glamor of
the moment. It was--and always will be, perhaps,--the supreme hour of
their lives.
Almost reverently they looked over the Sky-Bird. Through every
possible climatic rigor the airplane had passed, and practically
without any attention. Not once, from the time they had left this very
airdrome until they had reached it again, after traversing close to
25,000 miles, had she been under shelter or sulked on them through
deficient construction. Given a few days to overhaul her engines, they
felt they would be quite capable of repeating their world
record-breaking achievement, if it were necessary.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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