CHAPTER VIII.
TRIAL FLIGHTS It was a full hour before Tom and Peter Marley came back and even then they did not bring the runaway horses in the field where the biplane was located.
"Won't take no more chances," said the farmer.

"I kin tie 'em down here on the edge o' the woods jest as well." And this was done.
"Well, we may as well store the machine here for the present," said Dick.

"We'll have to get some piano wire for those broken poles." "Aren't you going to try to take it home ?" asked Tom, in surprise.
"What's the use?
This is a good field to fly from.

We can mend the _Dartaway_ here and then, if Captain Colby is willing, he can sail her from here to our farm." A big wagon shed was cleaned out, and John Snubble and his sons aided the others in rolling the biplane under the roof.

Some old blankets were thrown over the engine.
"Do you think she'd be safe here ?" whispered Dick, to Peter Marley.
"She will be so far as Snubble is concerned," said the farmer.