"It is fast getting dark, and you can do much better work
in daylight. Besides, you are not pressed for time, as your stay
here will not count against you. I think you had better wait until
morning."
"And stay here all night?" asked Dick.
"I think so. You have proved that your hydroplanes are all right.
Why not rest on the surface of the lake until morning? You can't
anchor, it is true, but you can use a drag, and there seems to be
no wind, so you will not be blown ashore. Besides, you can, to a
certain extent, control yourself with the propellers."
"I think we will wait then," decided the young millionaire captain.
"As you say we can make a drag anchor to keep us from drifting too
much."
By means of a long rope a drag anchor was tossed out at the stern
of the aircraft. This would serve to hold her back. Then, as
nothing further could be done, preparations were made for supper.
"Well, this aeroplaning has its ups and downs," said Paul, with a
laugh, as he sat at table. "Last night we were eating up in the
air, and now we're on the water."
"And it's lucky we're not IN the water!" exclaimed Innis. "Regular
Hamilton luck, I call it."
"No, it's Vardon luck," Dick insisted. "He planned the hydroplanes
that made it possible."
Lights were set aglow to show the position of the craft on the
water.
"We don't want to be run down in the night," Dick said, as he noted
the red and green side lights as well as the white ones at bow and
stern.
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