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[Illustration: Several early airplanes in flight. Courtesy of Scientific American]
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AUTHOR OF “THE BOY AVIATORS IN NICARAGUA,” “THE BOY AVIATORS ON SECRET SERVICE,” “THE BOY AVIATORS IN AFRICA,” “THE BOY AVIATORS’ TREASURE QUEST,” ETC.
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BOY AVIATORS’ SERIES BY CAPTAIN WILBUR LAWTON
1 THE BOY AVIATORS IN NICARAGUA; or, In League with the Insurgents.
2 THE BOY AVIATORS ON SECRET SERVICE; or, Working with Wireless.
3 THE BOY AVIATORS IN AFRICA; or, An Aerial Ivory Trail
4 THE BOY AVIATORS’ TREASURE QUEST; or, the Golden Galleon.
5 THE BOY AVIATORS IN RECORD FLIGHT; or, The Rival Aeroplane.
6 THE BOY AVIATORS’ POLAR DASH; or, Facing Death in the Antarctic.
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I The Big Prize II Billy as a Diplomat III Under a Cloud IV Thieves in the Night V The Boys Decide VI Off for San Francisco VII Above the Earth VIII Boy Aviators to the Rescue IX Luther Barr Forms an Alliance X A Night Voyage XI The First Leg XII Attacked by Cowboys XIII Indians XIV The Auto in Difficulties XV Thirst—and a Plot XVI The Auto Gone XVII The Wrong Man XVIII Wireless XIX Arrested by Aeroplane XX Caught in a Stampede XXI Bart and the B’ar XXII An Auto Leap for Life XXIII A Mystery XXIV The Golden Hermit XXV A Fight for Fortune XXVI The Sand Storm XXVII Winning the Prize—Conclusion
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“Phew!” exclaimed Billy Barnes as he reported for work on the New York _Planet_ one broiling afternoon in late August, “this is a scorcher and no mistake.”
“I should think after all your marvelous adventures with the Boy Aviators that you would be so used to heat and cold and hardship that you wouldn’t kick at a little thing like a warm day.”
The remark came from a young fellow about twenty-one years old who occupied a desk beside that of the stout spectacled youth of eighteen whom our readers have already met as Billy Barnes.