"Yes, and he made a splendid flight too," answered Tom. "Oh, dad, your sons are born aviators."
"Perhaps. But, Sam, do be careful! Don't try to fly so high at first," pleaded Anderson Rover.
"I'll be careful, dad," answered his youngest offspring.
All remained in the field to watch the flight of the youngest Rover. Sam was a little pale, but just as determined as his brothers had been to succeed. He looked over the biplane carefully, then took his seat, and told them to start the propellers.
Once more the Dartaway arose, and as it did Mrs. Rover could not repress a shudder, for Sam was very dear to her, because he was her dead sister's youngest child, and she had never had any children of her own.
But her fears were groundless, for Sam sailed over the cornfield just as well as had Dick. He did not fly very high, but he kept in the air nearly ten minutes, which was longer than had either of I the others. When he came down he did so with a little bump, but this was not enough to hurt anything.
"It's the best ever!" was Sam's comment, when
