"Oh, is that so? I guess I've heard of you. Aren't you the reporter who worked up that stolen boy case?" "I am," admitted Larry, modestly. "There's a telephone right over there, in the Rocking Stone restaurant," went on the officer, who seemed to regard Larry and his friends in a different light now. "You can call up the judge. He'll probably be at his house now. I'll go with you. It may be that he will want to speak to me, and will dismiss the complaint." "We'll wait here for you, Larry," said Dick. "There's nothing like having a reporter with you when you break the law," he added, with a laugh. The officer rode his horse slowly along with Larry, going to the place whence a telephone message could be sent. Larry was soon talking with the judge, who, on learning the identity of the young reporter, and having heard the circumstances, spoke to the officer. "It's all right!" exclaimed the policeman, as he hung up the receiver. "I'm to let you go. He says he'll find you all guilty, and will suspend sentence." "Good!" cried Larry. "That's the time my 'pull' was of some use." "And I'm glad I didn't have to take you to the station," the mounted man proceeded. "I'm interested in airships myself. I've got a boy who's crazy about them, and wireless. He's got a wireless outfit--made it all himself," he added, proudly. There was nothing further to worry the aviators, on the return of Larry with the officer, so they prepared to have breakfast, and then Lieutenant McBride said he would arrange to have the official start in the prize race made from Fort Wadsworth. "But we'll have to fly over New York again," suggested Dick, "and if we're arrested a second time--" "I think I can arrange that for you," said the army man. "I will have the war department make a request of the civil authorities who will, no doubt, grant permission to soar over the city." "Good!" cried Dick. "And now for breakfast. Didn't that officer say something about a restaurant around here?" "Yes, I telephoned from one," spoke Larry. "Then let's go there and have breakfast," suggested the young millionaire. "We'll have a little more room than in the airship, and Innis won't have to do the cooking." "Oh, I don't mind," the stout cadet put in. "What about leaving the airship all alone?" asked Paul, for already a crowd had gathered about it. "I'll look out for it while you're gone," promised the officer. "Isn't there some shed around here where we could leave it, so it would be safe?" asked Innis. "What's the idea of that?" Dick wanted to know. "We'll be sailing down to the fort in an hour or so." "Why can't we stay over a day or so in New York?" went on Innis. "I don't get here very often, and I'd like to see the sights." "You mean you'd like to see the girls!" declared Paul, laughingly. "Have your own way," murmured Innis. "But, if the airship would be safe up here in the park, in a shed, we could take our time, and not have to hurry so."