There was, for the first few moments,
however such a thrill that scarcely any one of them could correctly
analyze his feelings.
Of course each one of them had been in an aeroplane before. Mr.
Vardon and his helper had made many flights, not all of them
successful, and Dick and his fellow cadets had gone up quite often,
though they were, as yet, only amateurs. Larry Dexter was perhaps
less familiar with aeroplanes than any of them, but he seemed to
take it as a matter of course.
"Say, this is great! Just great!" cried Dick, as he slipped the
lever of the elevating rudder into a notch to hold it in place. He
intended going up considerably higher.
"It sure is great, old man!" cried Paul. "I congratulate you."
"Oh, the praise belongs to Mr. Vardon," said Dick, modestly. "I
couldn't have done anything without him."
"And if it hadn't been for your money, I couldn't have done
anything," declared the aviator. "It all worked together."
"Say, how high are you going to take us?" asked Innis.
"Not getting scared, are you?" asked Dick, with a glance at the
barograph, to ascertain the height above the earth. "We're only up
about two thousand feet. I want to make it three." He looked at
Mr. Vardon for confirmation.
"Three thousand won't be any too much," agreed the aviator. "She'll
handle better at that distance, or higher. But until we give her
a work out, it's best not to get too high."
The big propellers were whirling more and more rapidly as the motor
warmed-up to its work.
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