"Either that, or else we'll have airships so compact that they
can set off and land in as small a space as an auto now
requires," said Tom. "The latter would be the best solution, as
one great disadvantage of airships now is the manner of starting
and stopping. It's too big."
Tom left his Air Scout in a field owned by Mr. Nestor, where he
had often landed before, and walked up to the house with Mary.
"Oh, I'm glad you're back!" exclaimed Mrs. Nestor, when she saw
the two coming up the steps.
"You weren't worried, were you, after Ned telephoned?" asked
Tom.
"Not exactly worried, but I thought perhaps he was making light
of it. Do tell me what happened, Mary!"
Thereupon the girl related all the circumstances of the smash,
and Tom added his share of the story.
"Did father hear anything from Uncle Barton?" asked Mary, after
her mother's curiosity had been satisfied.
"Yes," was the answer, in rather despondent tones, "he did, but
the news was not encouraging. The papers cannot be found."
"It's mother's brother we're talking about," Mary explained to
Tom.
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