feed and the gasoline tank, so they were prepared for quite a trip.
"Maybe we can get the girls to go up, for just a little sail, you know," said Sam. "I am sure the Dartaway could carry them, on a pinch."
"Where would they sit, in our laps?" asked Tom, with a grin.
"No, they could sit in the seats and we could sit back of them, like on a bob-sled," answered the youngest Rover.
"I don't think they'll care to go up," answered Dick. "They'd be too scared. As yet, flying machines are hardly built for ladies. But I think the time will come when they will use them."
As they were in no hurry, the boys took their time in sailing over the farms and country roads. They did not go up very high, and often saw farmers and others staring at them, shouting things they could not catch.
"By and by flying machines will be as common as autos," remarked Dick. "But now the sight of one is a great curiosity to these folks."
Sam handled the machine like a veteran and even showed what he could do by making a small figure eight and a spiral dip.
"I wish we had a little monoplane, just for one," he said. "My! couldn't a fellow scoot around then!"
