"That's a dandy revolver!" exclaimed Sam, on receiving one of the weapons, with some cartridges. "And loaded, too! Now I guess we are ready for those rascals!" he added, with satisfaction.
"Remember, we are not to use any firearms unless it becomes absolutely necessary," said Dick, firmly.
"Yes, but I am not going to give them a chance to down me and get away with Nellie!" cried Tom, stoutly.
"Oh, no, Tom! We'll not allow that!" returned his big brother, with equal firmness.
"It seems to be getting a bit cloudy," said Sam, a minute later. "Wonder if it will rain?"
"I don't think that is rain, Sam," answered Dick. "It's worse than that, for us."
"You mean wind?"
"Yes."
Dick was right, and presently the first puff of the coming breeze hit the Dartaway and sent the aircraft up on a slant. Dick promptly moved the tips and one of the rudders, and the flying machine came along on a level. But from then on the oldest Rover boy had all he could do to keep to the course, for the breeze became stronger and stronger.
"It's too bad!" murmured Tom, as he clung to
