Anderson Rover was away on business.
"What is the matter--is it a--er--a cyclone ?" gasped Randolph Rover.
"I don't know, I'm sure," answered Mrs.Rover.

"But it's a terrible noise." "Look! look!" shrieked the cook, pointing upward.

"Saints preserve us!" she moaned.

"'Tis the end of the world!" "A flying machine!" murmured Randolph Rover.

He gazed around hurriedly.
"Can it be the boys ?" "Oh, those boys! They will surely kill themselves!" groaned Mrs.Rover.
"They know nothing about airships!" "Say, dar ain't nobuddy in dat contraption!" came suddenly from Aleck Pop.