The Air Ship Boys Part 26
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It was now noon, and broiling hot, but luncheon was not thought of and the difficult work of recovering the heavy packages was begun.
This presented a new difficulty, for again the boys were determined not to lose any gas in making a landing.
The drift was too light to hold their anchor although two trials at this were made. Not a bush or tree was to be found nearby. In despair at last, Alan was about to suggest opening the valve--for it was imperative that they secure the gasoline--when Ned turned the bow of the craft down stream.
"Perhaps we can find anchorage further down," he explained.
"But if will be pretty hard work carrying these tins," Alan began.
"They floated where they are, didn't they?" smiled Ned. "What's the matter with letting them float a little further?"
His hope was realized. But the solution was fully a mile away. On a sandy bar, half buried in the sand, the stout end of a cottonwood trunk, the flotsam of some extraordinary freshet, had come into view. The experience of the morning was repeated, but on a smaller scale, for here were no dangerous tree limbs to threaten their delicate silken bag. After two trials and much pulling and hauling the car of the Cibola was tied fast to the snag, half over the shallow water and half over the sand.
Then, naked as when they were born, and suffering not a little from the pitiless sun, the boys started afresh. Alan made his way back up the river and began to prod out the stranded tin casks. All were soon bobbing along in the slow current, with Alan behind them like a lumber driver of the northwest dislodging logs left in the shallows.
Ned below soon had all of them in shallow water.
By means of a coil of the drag rope, looped in turn about the tins of recovered fuel, Ned lifting below and Alan pulling above soon transferred the gasoline to the bobbing Cibola. As each cask ascended, a portion of the extra ballast was dumped overboard.
Then, dressing themselves and improvising what tools they could, the boys made their way sorrowfully to the scene of the previous night's tragedy. Buck's body was carefully removed and decently buried. A mound of boulders was made over the grave to designate the spot, and with the hope that some day they might return and suitably mark the desert tomb the boys took a mournful farewell.
CHAPTER XXV
BARTERING STORES A MILE IN THE AIR
"And now," said Alan, "it's ho, for Camp Eagle and our search at last."
"I don't know about all that sentiment," answered Ned, thoughtfully.
"I've been--"
But he was interrupted. The boys, aboard the Cibola again, were just about to cast off when Alan cut short Ned's remark with an exclamation.
"Isn't that a balloon?" he exclaimed pointing to an orange-like object high in the heavens toward the west.
Ned caught up the binoculars and had a quick look at the rapidly moving ball which was rus.h.i.+ng toward them from over the distant Tunit Chas Mountains.
"No question about it," answered Ned, handing Alan the gla.s.ses; "a balloon, and a big one."
"And out here, too!" commented Alan in surprise. "I guess the world is pretty small after all."
"Everything ready?" asked Ned eagerly. And then as the retaining rope was untied from the frame of the car and slipped down and out from under the cottonwood snag the Cibola shot upward.
"I have an idea," continued Ned, "and please don't object until you think it over. Let's make a little social call on the stranger!"
"A call!" exclaimed Alan, plainly showing his astonishment; "a call on a balloon five thousand feet in the air?"
"Certainly. We are going that high anyway. And we have the means of going where we like. If we go up until we strike the same, stratum of air the stranger is moving in we have our propeller and aeroplanes to check and guide ourselves. When it pa.s.ses we can easily run alongside!"
"Well, if that isn't the limit!" laughed Alan. "And I suppose we'll exchange greetings and messages like s.h.i.+ps long at sea."
"And," added Ned, "we can send some word to Major Honeywell. You can see our fast flying friend isn't going to stop around here."
The Cibola was rising fast and the two air craft were coming closer and closer. As the dirigible reached the alt.i.tude at which the free balloon was sailing Ned put the aeroplane in operation, stopped the ascent of the Cibola and then, sweeping his own car into the same direction with the other balloon he reversed the propeller and held his own craft against the breeze until the stranger swept by.
Then, throwing on the propeller again at full speed, Ned made the Cibola bound after the other craft, and in a few minutes, aided by the favoring wind, they were within hailing distance.
Ned was on the bridge, his face flushed with the novelty of the race. A mile above the earth, the two air s.h.i.+ps came closer until, as if running on parallel tracks, they were nearly together and abreast.
"Balloon ahoy!" exclaimed Ned at last and in true maritime style.
"The Arrow of Los Angeles, bound across the continent," came the sharp answer.
"The Cibola from Clarkeville, New Mexico," called Ned in reply, "exploring. Please report us over Mount Wilson."
Then the two s.h.i.+ps of the sky came closer. The boys could see that the Arrow was well equipped for its purpose. Two determined looking aeronauts were leaning from the heavily laden car.
"Need anything?" shouted the Arrow cordially.
"In good shape," answered Ned, "but a little short on provisions."
"Plenty here," came quickly from the Arrow, "glad to exchange fifty-pound emergency rations for ballast."
"All right," responded Ned, "stand by to make a line fast."
Alan, at the engine, brought the air s.h.i.+p up as skillfully as a pilot might a vessel, and as the two cars almost touched Ned pa.s.sed the end of his drag rope, and the occupants of the Arrow with a quick turn made her basket fast to the bridge of the Cibola. There were handshakes, mutual congratulations and quick explanations. The Arrow, the property of a wealthy amateur balloonist, was attempting to sail, from the Pacific to the Atlantic and was, so far, beating the best calculation of her owner. In reaching the desired height that morning, however, much ballast had been used and the possibility of a renewed supply was jumped at.
"These extra provisions were packed with the idea of possibly using them as ballast and we don't really need them. And, so," they explained to the boys, "if you do you had better take them and give us sand."
The exchange was quickly made, and then, having stored their new food supply safely on the bridge, they said hasty farewells.
Ned had scribbled this note on a page from his note book: "Major Baldwin Honeywell, Annex, Chicago. By courtesy of Balloon Arrow.
Bourke, escort, killed by Indians. Search begins at once. Camp established on plateau, second range Tunit Chas Mountains, thirty miles due east Wilson's Peak. Greetings. Written 5,600 feet above San Juan River, New Mexico. Ned Napier and Alan Hope."
The case of provisions weighed a trifle more than the ballast given in exchange, and as the line holding the two cars together was cast off the Cibola sank slowly below the level of the Arrow. Then, as the Cibola's engines began to push the car ahead in a wide turning circle, Ned called up to the disappearing Arrow:
"Great country, this New Mexico, where you can buy food with sand.
Good-bye and success to you!"
The answer was lost in s.p.a.ce as the s.h.i.+ps parted.
"And now," said Ned, after las.h.i.+ng the now case of provisions to the bridge netting, "we've wasted some more precious time. Do you still think we had better lose a night at Camp Eagle? We have all the fuel we can carry."
Alan saw what was in the wind.
"We have extra provisions, water and gasoline. My own judgment is we had better make at once for our starting point."
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