"I didn't say the corner was struck—it was the tree," explained the farmer soberly.
"All right, much obliged," answered Tom; and then the three boys started up the engine once more. The villagers had crowded around, but as those explosions rent the air several leaped back, and then the whole crowd ran for their lives.
"She's goin' up!" one yelled.
"Is the engine goin' to bust?" asked another.
"Look out, Jim, or she'll mow ye down like a mowin' machine!"
"Clear the track!" cried Sam, and then, with the usual rush and roar, the Dartaway leaped over the village green and arose in the air, leaving the gaping and wondering crowd behind.
It was an easy run up to the blasted tree, and sighting this, Dick headed the biplane along the road that led to Shepleytown.
"How far is that place?" asked Sam.
"I think it is about six or seven miles," answered Tom. "I was there once, on a bicycle—went after nuts with Stanley and Songbird."
"What, to the town?" questioned Sam, with a grin.
"No, the woods back of the town, Sam. Say, that's one on me,—as bad as that countryman's struck-by-lightning corner," and Tom grinned, too.
