my airship I'll have him arrested! Keep back, now, or I won't fly!"
"Reminds me of a little kid saying he won't play if he can't have his own way," whispered Ned to Tom.
"Hello, Andy, give us a ride!"
"Going above the clouds?"
"When are you coming back?"
"Bring down a snowstorm!"
"Be careful that you don't fall!"
These were some of the things shouted at Andy, for he had few friends among the town lads, on account of his mean ways.
"Keep quiet—all of you!" he ordered. "Get back. You might get hurt when I start the motor. I'm going to make a flight soon," he added proudly. "Sam, you come over here and hold this end. Pete, you go back to the rear. Simpson, you get inside and help me with the motor. Henderson, you get ready to shove when I tell you."
These last orders were to the two machinists whom Andy had engaged to help him, and the bully gave himself no end of airs and importance as he bustled about.
Tom could not help but admit that Andy's machine was a big affair. There was a great stretch of wings and planes, several rudders and
