ry to the agreement of the association of
aviators."

"You are right!" exclaimed Lieutenant McBride. "I should have thought
of that, too, but I was so interested watching the working of the
machinery I forgot all about it. The rule and the law was made because
of the danger to persons over whose heads the aeroplanes might
fly--that is, not so much danger in the flying as in the corning down.
And then, too, as a general thing it might not be safe for the aviators
if they were forced to make a landing. But we've gone and done it, I
guess," and he smiled frankly at the officer.

"As for coming down in the buffalo enclosure, I was sorry we did it
when I saw that old bull coming for us," remarked Dick. "But it seemed
the best place around here for us to land, after our motor stopped. I
suppose it won't do any good to say we're sorry; will it?" he asked the
policeman, with a smile.

"Well, I shall have to do my duty, and arrest you," said the officer,
"but I will explain to the magistrate that you did not mean to land
contrary to the law."

"Who is the magistrate before whom we shall have to appear?" asked
Larry Dexter.

"Judge Scatterwaite," was the answer.

"Good!" cried the young reporter. "I know him. My paper supported him
in the last campaign, and I believe he will be glad to do a favor for
me. Is there a telephone around here?" he asked the officer. "Oh, we
won't run away," he hastened to assure the guardian of the peace. "I
just want to talk to the judge. I'm Larry Dexter, of the Leader."

"Oh, is that so? I guess I've heard of you. Aren't you the reporter
who worked up that stolen boy case?"

"I am," admitted Larry, modestly. "There's a telephone right over
there, in the Rocking Stone restaurant," went on the officer, who
seemed to regard Larry and his friends in a different light now. "You
can call up the judge. He'll probably be at his house now. I'll go
with you. It may be that he will want to speak to me, and will dismiss
the complaint."

"We'll wait here for you, Larry," said Dick. "There's nothing like
having a reporter with you when you break the law," he added, with a
laugh.

The officer rode his horse slowly along with Larry, going to the place
whence a telephone message could be sent. Larry was soon talking with
the judge, who, on learning the identity of the young reporter, and
having heard the circumstances, spoke to the officer.

"It's all right!" exclaimed the policeman, a