"It's a sport that can't be beat, Tom," he said, on coming down. "I believe everybody will be getting a flying machine before long—just as folks have been getting autos."
The supply of gasoline had been replenished and the lubricating oil renewed, and then Tom went up. He flew around the cornfield twice, then headed in the direction of Oak Run.
"I guess he has gone off to meet Sam and Hans," said Dick. "I heard the train go through and they must be on the way here by now."
"Your brother certainly takes chances," replied Captain Colby.
"He always did. Tom acts first and thinks afterwards,—but he usually comes out on top," added Dick, loyally.
In the meantime Sam had reached the depot at Oak Run just as the train came in. He immediately espied Hans Mueller, dress-suit case in hand, and ran to meet him.
"Hello, Hans, old boy!" he exclaimed. "Glad to see you." And he shook hands cordially.
"Is dot you, Sam?" replied the German youth, who, although he had been in this country quite some time, still found a difficulty in mastering the language. "I vos certainly glad to meet you. How vas der udder poys?"
"Oh, Tom and Dick are first rate. They
