Part 1 (1/2)
The Rover Boys in the Air.
by Edward Stratemeyer.
INTRODUCTION
MY DEAR BOYS: This is a complete story in itself, but forms the sixteenth volume issued under the general t.i.tle of ”Rover Boys Series for Young Americans.”
This line was started thirteen years ago by the publication of the first three volumes, ”The Rover Boys at School,” ”On the Ocean,” and ”In the Jungle.” I hoped that the young people would like the stories, but I was hardly prepared for the very warm welcome the volumes received. The three books were followed by a fourth, ”The Rover Boys Out West,” and then, yearly, by ”On the Great Lakes,” ”In Camp,” ”On Land and Sea,” ”On the River,” ”On the Plains,” ”In Southern Waters,” ”On the Farm,” ”On Treasure Isle,” ”At College,” and then by ”Down East,” where we last left our heroes and their friends.
Of course, as is but natural, d.i.c.k, Tom and Sam are older than when we first met them. Indeed, d.i.c.k is thinking of getting married and settling down, and with such a nice girl as Dora Stanhope, who could blame him?
All of the boys are at college, finis.h.i.+ng their education, and all are as wideawake as ever, and Tom is just as full of merriment. They have some strenuous times, and take a trip through the air that is a good deal out of the ordinary. They meet some of their old enemies, and prove that they are heroes in the best meaning of that much-abused term.
The publishers report a sale of this series of books of _over a million copies_! This is truly amazing to me, and again, as in the past, I thank my many young friends for their cordial reception of what I have written for them. I trust the present story will interest them and prove of benefit.
Affectionately and sincerely yours,
ARTHUR M. WINFIELD.
THE ROVER BOYS IN THE AIR
CHAPTER I
THE BOYS AND THE BIPLANE
”Fo' de land sakes, Ma.s.sa d.i.c.k, wot am dat contraption yo' boys dun put togedder back ob de bahn yesterday?”
”Why, Aleck, don't you know what that is?” returned d.i.c.k Rover, with a smile at the colored man. ”That's a biplane.”
”A biplane, eh?” repeated Alexander Pop, the colored helper around the Rover homestead. He scratched his woolly head thoughtfully. ”Yo' don't mean to say it am lak a plane a carpenter man uses, does yo', Ma.s.sa d.i.c.k? 'Pears lak to me it was moah lak some s.h.i.+p sails layin'
down,--somethin' lak dem s.h.i.+ps we see over in Africy, when we went into dem jungles to find yo' fadder.”
”No, it has nothing to do with a carpenter's plane, Aleck,” answered d.i.c.k, with a laugh. ”A biplane is a certain kind of a flying machine.”
”Wat's dat? A flyin' machine? Sh.o.r.ely, Ma.s.sa d.i.c.k, yo' ain't gwine to try to fly?” exclaimed Aleck, in horror.
”That is just what I am going to do, Aleck, after I have had a few lessons. I hope to fly right over the house, just like a bird.”
”No! no! Don't you try dat, Ma.s.sa d.i.c.k! You'll break yo' neck suah!
Don't yo' try it! I--I can't allow it nohow--an' yo' aunt won't allow it neither!” And the colored man shook his head most emphatically.
”Now, don't get excited, Aleck,” said d.i.c.k, calmly. ”I won't go up until I am sure of what I am doing. Why, don't you know that flying in the air is getting to be a common thing these days? Tom and Sam and I bought that biplane in New York last week, and a man who knows all about flying is coming out to the farm to teach us how to run it. After we know how to sail through the air we'll take you up with us.”
”Me!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the colored man, and rolled his eyes wildly. ”Not in a thousand years, Ma.s.sa d.i.c.k, an' not fo' all dat treasure yo' dun brung home from Treasure Isle! No, sah, de ground am good enough fo' Aleck Pop!” And he backed away, as if afraid d.i.c.k Rover might carry him off then and there.
”h.e.l.lo, Aleck!” cried a merry voice at this moment, and Tom Rover came into view. ”Want to take a sail through the clouds for a change?”
”Ma.s.sa Tom, am yo' really thinking ob goin' up in dat contraption?”
demanded the colored man, earnestly.