"Is she all
right, Tom, my lad?"
"I think so. I'm speeding her to the limit. Faster than I ever did
before, but I guess she'll do. She was built to stand a strain, and
she's got to do it now!"
Then there was silence again, as they slid along through the air like a
coaster gliding down a steep descent.
"It was a great race, wasn't it?" asked Mr. Damon, as he shifted to an
easier position in his seat. "A great race, Tom. I didn't think you'd do
it, one spell there."
"Neither did I," came the answer, as the young inventor changed the
spark lever. "But I made up my mind I wouldn't be beaten by Andy Foger,
if I could help it. Though it was taking a risk to shut off the current
the way I did."
"A risk?"
"Yes; it might not have started again," and Tom looked down at the earth
below them, as if measuring the distance he would have fallen had not
his sky racer kept on at the critical moment.
"And--and if the current hadn't come on again; eh, Tom? Would we--?"
Mr. Damon did not finish, but Tom knew what he meant.
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