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Page 10
"What's that about a riddle?" asked Mary, in surprise at his
seeming flippancy at such a time.
"I didn't say anything about a riddle--I said we are as fit as
a fiddle!" cried Tom. "Never mind. No use trying to talk with the
racket this motor makes, and it isn't the noisiest of its kind,
either. I'll tell you when we get down. Do you like it?"
"Yes, I like it better than I did at first," answered Mary, for
she had managed to understand the last of Tom's questions. Then
he sailed a little higher, circled about, and, a little later,
not to get Mary too tired and anxious, he headed for his landing
field.
"I'll take you home in the auto," he cried to his passenger.
"We could go up to your house this way--in style--if there was a
field near by large enough to land in. But there isn't. So it
will have to be a plain, every-day auto."
"That's good enough for me," said Mary. "Though this trip is
wonderful--glorious! I'll go again any time you ask me."
"Well, I'll ask you," said Tom. "And when I do maybe it won't
be so hard to hold a conversation. It will be more like this,"
and he shut off the motor and began to glide gently down. The
quiet succeeding the terrific noise of the motor exhaust was
almost startling, and Tom and Mary could converse easily without
using the tube.
Then followed the landing on the soft, springy turf, a little
glide over the ground, and the machine came to a halt, while
mechanics ran out of the hangar to take charge of it.
"I'll just go in and change these togs," said Mary, as she
alighted and looked at her leather costume.
"No, don't," advised Tom. "You look swell in em. Keep 'em on.
They're yours, and you'll need 'em when we go up again. Here
comes the auto. I'll take you right home in it. Keep the aviation
suit on.
"I wonder what Mr. Damon could have wanted," remarked Tom, as
he drove Mary along the country road.
"He seemed very much excited," she replied.
"Oh, he almost always is that way--blessing everything he can
think of. You know that. But this time it was different, I'll
admit. I hope nothing is the matter. I might have stopped and
spoken to him, but I was afraid if I did you'd back out and
wouldn't come for a sky ride."
"Well, I might have. But now that I've had one, even with an
accident thrown in, I'll go any time you ask me, Tom," and Mary
smiled at the young inventor.
"Shucks, that wasn't a real accident!" he laughed. "But I do
wonder what Mr. Damon wanted."
"Better go back and find out, Tom," advised Mary, as they
stopped in front of her house.
"Oh, I want to come in and talk to you. Haven't had a chance
for a good talk today, that motor made such a racket"
"No, go along now, but come back and see me this afternoon if
you like."
"I do like, all right! And I suppose Mr. Damon will be fussing
until he sees me. Well, glad you liked your first ride in the
air, Mary--that is, the first one of any account," for Mary had
been in an aeroplane before, though only up a little way--a sort
of "grass-cutting stunt," Tom called it.
Waving farewell to the pretty girl, the young aviator turned
the auto about and speeded for his home and the shops adjoining
it. His father had not been well, of late, and Tom was a bit
anxious about him.
"Mr. Damon may bother him, though he wouldn't mean to," thought
Tom. "He seemed to have his mind filled with some new idea. I
wonder if it is anything like mine? No, it couldn't be. Well,
I'll soon find out," and, putting his foot on the accelerator,
Tom sent the machine along at a pace that soon brought him within
sight of his home.
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