“Oh, Teddy Benson!” exclaimed his sister, stamping her foot on the back porch. “How can you talk that way? You know I found your lost plane all by myself—in the woods.”

“Well, there aren’t going to be any lost planes today,” said Teddy. “So you can’t come. Sorry. Come on, fellows!” he added. “The wind may die out.”

The three boys hurried to Mason’s meadow. Lucy, left behind, looked after them a moment. Then she said:

10 “I’ll go get Margie Kelly. We can go to Mason’s meadow if we want to. There’s no fence around it.”

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Lucy hurried to the home of her chum, Dick’s sister. The three boys were soon at the meadow. On the far side was a patch of woods. Pointing to this Dick said to Joe:

“Teddy expects his plane to fly there.”

“I don’t expect it,” Teddy said. “But it might. Come on now. Get ready. The plane that goes the farthest wins the race.”

“And what’s the prize?” asked Joe.

“The loser has to treat him and the other fellow to ice cream,” Teddy decided.

“That means I’ve got to treat,” sighed Joe. “Well, let’s go!”

The rubber motors were wound up. The boys held their planes poised for a start. They stood with their backs to the wind, on the edge of the meadow farthest from the woods.

“All ready?” Teddy called.

“All ready!” his chums answered.

11 “Let go!”

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The three little planes were launched into the air.

For a short distance all three were about even. Then Teddy’s began pulling ahead. Close behind it was Dick’s. Joe’s plane was lagging and soon began to descend.

“I might have known it!” sighed the red-haired lad. “I’ll buy the ice cream.”

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