And then he and Sam watched their brother and the farmer as they went riding away at top speed after the runaway steeds.
"Well, anyway, the engine seems to be O.K.," remarked Sam, after the others had disappeared.

"And the propellers go around like circular saws.

Now all we've got to do is to have those bamboo sticks bound up, or replaced by new ones.

Wouldn't it be great if we could go home in this machine!" he added, enthusiastically.
The boys inspected the split poles and the canvas, which had been punctured in several places, and then tried the engine once more.
"Makes a lot of noise," was Sam's comment.

"You'd think it was half a dozen Fourths of July rolled into one." Presently they saw a farmer approaching, accompanied by two boys.