Part 15 (2/2)
”It's glorious!” she cried ”Do you--do you think there's any danger in going higher? I believe I'd like to go up a bit”
”I knew it!” cried To plane lever toward hiasped Mary
”Sit still! It's all right!” colorious!” she cried ”I'm not a bit afraid now!”
”I knew you wouldn't be,” declared the young inventor, who had calculated on the fascination which the h the air, untraher?”
”Yes!” cried Miss Nestor, and she gazed fearlessly down at the earth, which was falling away frorip of the air, and it was a new and wonderful sensation
Tom went up to a considerable distance, for, once a person loses his first fright, one hundred feet or one thousand feet elevation makes little difference to him It was this ith Miss Nestor
Now, indeed, could Toation in the upper currents, and though he did no risky ”stunts,”
he showed the girl what itspiral, how to cut corners, how to twist around in the figure eight, and do other things
Toreat speed of which he knew his craft was capable, for he knew there was so else, and when he sent the Hu-Bird down he had made another convert and devotee to the royal sport of aeroplaning
”Oh! I never would have dared believe I could do it!” exclai eyes she dismounted from the seat
”Ma theht,” said Toh, as Mary departed
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”Andy Foger's entry blank states,” wrote the balloonist, ”that he is constructing his aeroplane in the village of Hampton, which is about fiftyfurther I can do for you, Tom, let me knoill see you at the meet Hope you win the prize”
”In Ha himself all this while His uncle lives there, and that's the reason for it He wanted to keep it a secret from me, so he could use o to Hao with you!” declared Mr Daot the note froet to the botto a few days, to es in his aeroplane, Toht first of going in the butterfly, but as they wanted to keep their o by train, and arrive in the town quietly and unostentatiously They got to Ha to be done?” asked Mr Damon as they walked up from the station, where they were alhted from the train
”Go to the hotel,” decided Tom ”There's only one, I was told, so there's not much choice”
Hampton was a quiet little country town of about five thousand inhabitants, and Tom soon learned the address of Mr Bentley, Andy's uncle, from the hotel clerk
”What business is Mr Bentley in?” asked To of persons who ht question his motives
”Oh, he's retired,” said the clerk ”He lives on the interest of hison his back lot, like a big shed, and folks are sort of wondering what he's doing in it Keepshiot red hair?” asked Toely fast
”Who? Mr Bentley? No His hair's black”
”Ifellow”