"Oh, I felt kind of funny in my head for a few seconds," answered the older brother. "But I knew I had to pull myself together and I did. After that it was only a question of watching everything closely."
"Now I guess it's my turn, isn't it?" asked Tom, impatiently.
"If you feel equal to it," answered the captain.
"Sure thing."
Once more the biplane was gotten ready, and with another rush and a whizz the Dartaway shot into the air. For a moment, as the machine wobbled from side to side, it looked as if Tom would have an accident, and his brothers gave a shiver. But then he managed to steady the machine and over the cornfield he flew, and around in a big circle twice. Then he made a still larger turn, well up in the air, and in a few seconds more was sailing over the barn and then over the Rover home!
"Gracious, that's Tom!" murmured Sam, "Always bound to go the limit!"
The noise of the engine caused those in the house to rush out and look at the machine.
"Who is running it, that aviator?" queried Mrs. Rover.
"No, it's Tom," replied her husband.
"Tom! burst out Anderson Rover. "Impos-
