Occasionally they swept over small collections of houses,--hamlets located between the town they had left behind and the one they were approaching.
The breeze had died down utterly, so Dick had little trouble in manipulating the biplane.

He sent the _Dartaway_ onward at a good rate of speed, the engine making a noise like a battery of gatling guns.

More than likely many a farmer and his family were astonished at the sounds and wondered what they meant.

If any saw the biplane the Rovers did not know it.
"I guess we are coming up to Fremville now," said Sam, when the distant lights of a town showed on the horizon.

"We'll have to look for some safe place to land, and that is not so easy in the darkness." Dick slowed down the motor as they drew closer to the town, which was composed of several streets of stores, half a dozen churches, some schools, and a hundred or more houses.