Part 3 (1/2)

”I had word at eleven o'clock, from the newspaper office. Up to that time he had not been located.”

”We wish to ask a favor,” went on d.i.c.k, and spoke about the proposed trip to Plankville.

”Very well, you may go, and in your biplane if you deem it safe,” said the worthy doctor. Secretly he was quite proud of the students'

success with the Dartaway, as it had advertised Brill College not a little.

”Possibly we won't be able to get back until to-morrow,” said Tom. ”We may be detained, or it may storm.”

”Take your time on the trip. Only be careful that you have no accidents.”

”We'll try to be careful,” answered d.i.c.k, with a grim smile. ”We don't want a tumble if we can help it.”

”It is a grand sport,” answered the head of the college. ”Before long I expect to see aeroplanes in constant use.”

”Wouldn't you like to go up with us some day, Doctor?” questioned Tom, slyly.

”Well--er--perhaps, Thomas. But not just yet. I wish--er--to see them more in general use first.” And then the doctor bowed the students out.

The boys lost no time in preparing for the trip to Plankville. After a somewhat hasty lunch they put on their flying suits and then went down to where the Dartaway was housed, in one of the buildings attached to the gymnasium.

”Looks to be all right,” remarked d.i.c.k, after an inspection of the flying machine, and while Sam and Tom were filling the gasoline tank and the oil distributor.

The engine was tried out for a minute, and found to be in perfect order. As usual, as soon as the explosions of the motor were heard, a crowd commenced to gather, to see the start of the flight.

”Wish you luck!” cried Stanley.

”Say, look out that you don't forget how to stop and sail to the North Pole!” sang out Spud Jackson.

”As if that could really occur!” murmured William Philander Tubbs, with a lofty look of, disdain.

”Sure it could happen,” returned Spud, good-naturedly. ”Why, I heard of an airman who went up once and forgot how to turn his machine down, and he went around and around in a circle for sixteen hours. And then he dropped ker-plunk right on top of a baker's wagon and smashed twenty-six pies--all because his gasoline gave out.”

”Ridiculous!” murmured William Philander.

”Absolute fact, Tubbs,” responded Spud, earnestly. ”Come with me, some day, and I'll show you where the pies made a dent in the street when the flying machine struck 'em.” And then a general laugh went up, and the dudish student stepped back in the crowd, out of sight.

”All aboard!” sang out d.i.c.k, as he hopped into the driver's seat and took hold of the wheel. ”Start her up, somebody!”

Sam and Tom got aboard and willing hands grasped the propellers and gave each a twist. Bang! bang! bang! went the explosions, and soon the propellers were revolving swiftly, and then with a swoop the Dartaway ran over the campus on its wheels and suddenly arose in the air. A cheer went up, and the students threw up their caps. Then d.i.c.k swung around in a quarter circle and headed directly for Plankville.

It was an ideal day for flying, not too hot or too cold, and with very little breeze, and that of the ”steady” kind, not likely to develop ”holes”--the one great terror of all airmen.

”Wish we had the girls along,” remarked Sam, when they were well on the way.

”Not for this trip, Sam,” answered d.i.c.k, grimly. ”We have got our work cut out for us.”

”Why, what do you mean?”

”If old Crabtree hasn't been caught yet me must see if we can't round him up.”