Part 6 (1/2)

”He shut off the engine on purpose,” said Mr Jackson ”He is vol-planing back to earth!”

Nearer and nearer came the buttERFLY It would shoot doard, and then, as Toreatinventor reached the earth, not far from where his father and the others stood Down ca the shock wonderfully well

”She's all right--regular bird!” cried Tom, in enthusias over the ground, and he had leaped out ”We'll ht to-morrow, Mr Damon, if the weather holds out this way”

”Good!” cried the eccentric hted”

Theyhardly a breath of wind There was not a trace of nervousness noticeable about Mr Damon, as he took his place in the seat beside Toone carefully over the entire apparatus, and had seen to it that, as far as he could tell, it was in perfect running order

”When will you be back, Toht, perhaps, or to- I don't know just what Mr

Fenantsstay, I'll come back, and let you know, and then run down to Philadelphia again I may need soht perhaps”

”Shall I keep supper for you?” asked Mrs Baggert, the housekeeper

”I don't know,” answered Toh ”Perhaps I'll drop down at Miss Nestor's, and have some apple turnovers,” for he had told the the new cook ”Well,” he went on to Mr Damon, ”are you all ready?”

”As ready as I ever shall be Do you think we'll have to do any vol-planing, Toerous when there's no wind All right, Garret Start her off”

The engineer whirled the big wooden, built-up propeller, and with a rattle and roar of theany but the loudest shouts, the buttERFLY was ready for her flight To to his friends to let go, and then, when he had thrown the gasolene lever forward, he shouted a good-by and cried:

”All right! Let go!”

Forward, like a hound fro the little monoplane

It ran perhaps for five hundred feet, and then, with a tilting of the wings, to set the air currents against the into the air

”We're off!” cried Mr Daround below

”Yes, we're off,” murmured Tom ”Now for the Quaker City!”

He had ht before, and now, picking out the land-ht a course as possible for Philadelphia

The sensation of flying along, two thousand feet high, in a machine alree, to Mr Dah the latter had e airshi+p, this mode of locomotion, as if he was on the back of some bird, was ot used to it

”Bless ht you would,” said Tom, in a shout, and he adjusted the oil feed to send more lubricant into the cylinders

The earth stretched out below them, like some vari-colored relief map, but they could not stop to ad fast, and were beyond a scene al will it take us?” yelled Mr Damon into Tom's ear

”I hope to do it in three hours,” shouted back the young inventor

”What! Why it takes the train over five hours”