buy a new head or a body, not much!" And he shook his head earnestly.
Even while the lads were eating they had to give further details of the disastrous flight. Doctor Wellington congratulated them on their escape.
"You had better leave flying alone after this," he remarked.
"I think we shall—for a while, at least," answered Tom, dryly.
As soon as it was possible to do so, the boys sent a message to the girls and to their folks, telling about the accident and of their escape.
"It's bound to get in the newspapers," said Dick. "And if we don't send word the others will be scared to death."
The oldest Rover boy was right about the affair getting in the newspapers. The local sheets gave the accident a column or more and some city sheets took it up and made a "spread" of it, with pictures that were truly thrilling even though they were inaccurate.
"Humph! look at this picture!" cried Sam, showing up the supplement to a New York Sunday newspaper. "Looks as if we hit the smokestack of the locomotive and sailed along on that for a mile or two! Phew! what an imagination that artist must have!"
