"A meal!" cried Larry. "Are you going to serve meals aboard here?"
"Yes, and cook 'em, too," answered the young millionaire. "Paul,
show Larry where the galley is," for the reporter had not called at
Hamilton Corners in some time, and on the last occasion the airship
had been far from complete.
"Say, this is great!" Larry cried, as he saw the electrical
appliances for cooking. "This is the limit! I'm glad I came
along."
"We won't stop to cook now," said Mr. Vardon. "I want to see the
various controls tested, to know if we have to make any changes.
Now we'll try a few evolutions."
In order that all aboard might become familiar with the workings of
the machinery, it was decided that there should be turn and turn
about in the matter of steering and operating the craft. Reaching
a height of three thousand feet, as Dick ascertained by the
barograph, the young millionaire straightened his craft out on a
level keel, and kept her there, sending her ahead, and in curves,
at an increasing speed.
"There you go now, Paul," he called. "Suppose you take her for a
while."
"Well, if you want an accident, just let me monkey with some of the
works," laughed the jolly cadet. "I can do it to the queen's
taste."
"You'll have to go out of your way, then," said Mr. Vardon. "I've
arranged the controls so they are as nearly careless proof as
possible. Just think a little bit about what you are going to do,
and you won't have any trouble.
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