He's got more than he needs, and he can afford to
spend some on aviation. Someone, at least the workmen, and those
who sell materials and supplies, will get the benefit of it."
The aircraft was now going along at about her usual speed of fifty
miles an hour. The aviation park had been left behind, and they
were now flying along at a comparatively low altitude.
"Better go up a little," suggested Mr. Vardon. "It will be dark
shortly, and we don't want to run into a mountain in the night."
Dick tilted the elevating rudder and the craft lifted herself into
the air, soaring upward.
"Here, Innis, you take the wheel now, it's your turn," called our
hero, a little later. "Straighten her out and keep her on a level
keel. It's my turn to get supper."
"And give us plenty, if you don't mind," begged the stout cadet,
who took his chum's place in the pilot house. "This upper
atmosphere seems to give me an appetite."
"I never saw you without it, Innis," laughed Paul.
"Come on out on the deck, for a breath of air before we start to
cook," suggested Larry. "We can get a fine view of the sunset
there."
The open deck, in the rear of the cabin, did indeed offer a gorgeous
view of the setting sun, which was sinking to rest in a bank of
golden, green and purple clouds.
"I'll go out, too," said Lieutenant McBride. "I am supposed to make
some meteorological observations while I am on this trip, and it is
high time I began."
And so, with the exception of Innis, who would have his turn later,
and Mr.
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