"Cartier and his bunch have arrived," he cried, springing from his machine.  "Here it is on the first page.  That accounts for all the prize-winners, and the excitement is practically over.  The others will just lob in now--and they might as well."  He tossed the paper to John. "Here, read it, you fellows," he said.  "You can quit on the Sky-Bird long enough for that, I guess.  I'll work while you lay off a few minutes."