When the party finally reached New York City, after a non-incidental flight of one night and the major portion of a day, they were given another ovation--one which far outrivaled in volume the one they had received at Panama. The mayor and city officials wished to fete them, but the boys were too exhausted to stand more of such doings; they wished to get home as soon as possible, hide from everybody but those in their immediate families, and just rest--rest--rest. They didn't think they would even care to see their dear old Sky-Bird again for several months. It would be hard indeed to comprehend the feelings that surged through the flyers as they landed the airplane in the fair-grounds of their own native town--Yonkers--and were greeted by hundreds of familiar faces and voices, to say nothing of the hand-clasps of many old-time friends. But, after all, the reunion with their own relatives was the cause for the greatest thanksgiving, as we may assume. Both Paul's and Bob's mothers had prepared the choicest of dinners for their famous sons, and that evening the Ross and Giddings families were the happiest and merriest ones in town. Mr. Giddings and Mr. Wrenn both realized more out of the advertising than the contest had cost them. The former met his agreement by giving each of his flyers five thousand dollars, and his business rival did likewise by Oliver Torrey. Later on, Bob and the Ross boys sold their patents on the Sky-Bird to a large airplane manufacturing company for a sum which promised to make them independent for the rest of their lives.