about nine o'clock in the morning
The spirits of the boys rose . They breakfasted on cold stuff cooked before they started and coffee heated over the exhaust of the engine . Ben lit his pipe , and with Frank at the wheel and Harry on lookout , any one looking at the party in the Golden Eagle would have said that they were a trio of pleasure-makers instead of adventurers engaged on a daring dash for fortune . It was about nine o'clock in the morning when the danger they had feared loomed up out of the clear sky as suddenly as a tropic squall . Coming straight toward them , but a mere dot on the sky , though momentarily growing larger , was an air-ship that they could not doubt was Luther Barr 's . `` What are you going to do ? '' asked Harry , as Frank put the wheel over and brought the aeroplane on a course which would take her far to the westward of the dirigible .