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on that school bus that Parks let me out on, as I could have got it |
from any of the chasers. Another go or two and I will get horizontal |
control down fine, and then I am ready for a real go. I can land the |
school bus like a bird. I am getting swelled up, Louis." |
"All right. But don't get so swelled that you play the goat, Joe. |
I know you won't, for that matter. You are one of the careful ones, |
all right. But this does not get us any nearer flying a real machine." |
"I wish I had a machine of my own," said Joe mournfully. |
"Wishing won't get it, Joe." |
"I wonder why we can't get hold of a machine that has been finished |
off by one of these cheerful student chaps, and still has some good |
stuff left in it, and get Parks to let us patch it up and get a flight |
on it?" |
"Parks can't be all that generous of government property, old man. |
If a plane is worth fixing up the chief wants the rest of the use of |
it. If it is no good to him it would not be worth anything to us; |
that's the rub there." |
"I've got it!" exclaimed Joe, slapping his knee. "Why not hit Parks |
for that old 'bad bus' that gave the young fellow the broken leg the |
last time it smashed? There is plenty of life left in that old girl. |
I wonder they haven't taken the engine out of her if they don't |
intend to fix her up, The engine is all right." |
"Maybe the engine is out of her. Where is she?" |
"Down in number twelve hangar, covered up in the corner." |
"Let's go and have a look at her." |
The two lads trotted off to inspect the damaged plane, which they |
found under a pile of canvas, just where it had been brought the day |
a bad side-slip had resulted |