“So they won’t get all banged up on trees and bushes when we help you hunt for yours,” Joe answered. “If we carried them through the woods there wouldn’t be much left of ’em,” added Dick. “That’s so,” Teddy agreed. “We may have to dodge into some tough places, looking for my lost plane. It’s swell of you fellows to come and help me,” he added. “As if we wouldn’t!” exclaimed Dick. “Fine chums we’d be if we didn’t,” added Joe. “Well, Teddy, you won the race.” “But I didn’t expect my plane to go so far,” said the tall lad. “It’s got a dandy motor. I hope I can find it.” “Oh, we’ll find it!” declared Dick. Yet as he and the two other boys looked at the thick woods they began to have feelings of doubt. The place where Teddy’s plane had disappeared amid the trees was a particularly dense part of the forest. While the three are starting their search for the lost plane, a moment may be taken to let our new readers know something about Teddy Benson who has had many mysterious adventures. Now he was about to have another. The first book of this series, “Teddy and The Mystery Dog” introduces our young hero. He and his sister and chums had many strange experiences with a certain dog. Later they were involved in a mystery about a monkey, a cat, a parrot and a pony. Teddy and his chums lived in the small city of Oakdale, near Hemlock River. There was a small lake nearby. The boys had many good times on the river and lake, or in the country near these bits of water. Summer had come, the long vacation from school was at hand and one of the first bits of fun Teddy and his chums started was the model airplane race. They planned to have others if the first was successful. “But if I don’t find my plane I guess I won’t go in any more races,” Teddy said somewhat gloomily. He was leading his chums into the woods. “Can’t you build another?” asked Dick. “Oh, I guess so,” Teddy replied. “I plan to, of course, if I get into the gas motor class. But first I want to find this dandy little plane that’s lost. I wish I hadn’t wound those rubber bands so tight.” “Still, you know what your plane can do when it has to,” comforted Dick. “I never saw a better flight,” added Joe. “I thought for a while it was going to soar right over the woods.” “I wish it had,” murmured Teddy. “Then it wouldn’t be down in the gully.” “Are you sure it’s there?” asked Joe. “Can’t tell,” Teddy replied. “We’ll have to scout around and look. Say,” he went on as the three boys were fairly within the woods, “this is going to be pretty tough going. I shouldn’t make you fellows scramble through this underbrush with me to search for my lost plane.” “Forget it!” advised Joe. “That’s what we’re here for,” declared Dick.