“Some day,” Teddy had declared, “we’ll get real miniature gasoline motors for our planes. Then they’ll fly miles and miles before they come down.”

“And we’ll have to walk after ’em to bring ’em back,” sighed Dick. He was too stout to care for much walking.

“Golly, it would be fun to have a gas motor model plane,” remarked Joe Denton as he put the final touches on his rubber-motored one. “They have some dandy ones in the Johnson cup races,” he added.

“Yes, and they have good prizes for rubber-motored planes,” announced Teddy. “Well, if you fellows are ready, let’s go to Mason’s meadow and see whose plane can fly farthest.”

“I guess you think yours can,” laughed Dick.

8 “Well, I’m not saying anything,” Teddy modestly remarked.

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“No, but you’re doing a lot of thinking,” said Joe. “I know my plane won’t win,” he sighed. “There’s something wrong with it, I guess.”

“Maybe we can find out what it is in this race,” Teddy suggested, “and fix it.”

“Maybe,” agreed Joe, ruffling his red hair.

As the three chums started from Teddy’s yard, carefully carrying their model planes, Lucy Benson came to the kitchen door.

“Where are you going?” she asked. “May I come?”

“No, you can’t,” Teddy answered. “Sorry,” he added as he saw the look of disappointment on his sister’s face. “But we’re going to fly our planes and we don’t want any girls.”

“One of our planes might get tangled in your hair,” said Dick.

9 “Oh, is that so?” snapped Lucy. “And one of ’em might get lost, too! Then maybe you’ll be glad to have me help hunt it like I did the time Teddy’s plane was lost before. I found it then.”

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“Did she?” asked Joe, looking at Lucy. Her cheeks were flushed because of a little excitement.

“Yes, she did—sort of,” Teddy rather grudgingly admitted.

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