With a merry laugh Tom ran off; and that was the last seen or heard of him that night.
Before retiring Dick gave his wounded head another application of liniment, and in the morning he was gratified to find that much of the soreness was gone.

The cuts, of course, remained, and he bound these up with extra strips of adhesive plaster.

The three lads had an early breakfast, and by half-past seven o'clock were in the touring car, bound for Rayville.
"How are you going to get the biplane back here, even if you do find it ?" questioned their uncle, before they started off.
"I don't know," answered Dick.

"It will depend on what condition the _Dartaway_ is in.

She may be so broken up as to be unfit for anything, and then it wouldn't pay to move her." "Well, better not attempt to fly in the craft," cautioned Randolph Rover.
"Hardly," said Tom.