Vot you do mid him, Sam ?" "We are learning to fly." "Vot! you going up by der sky in him ?" cried the German youth, aghast.
"Of course--and you can go up with us too." "Me?
Me go up in a airship?
Not on your neckties, Sam Rofer! I got too much regart for my neck alretty yet! Ven I fly I valk on der groundt und do it, yah!" "Oh, it's dead easy when you know how, Hans." "Dead, hey?
Chust vot I dink, Sam--put I ton't vonts to pe dead, not chust yet!" They soon passed over the Swift River and through Dexter's Corners and came out on the highway leading to the farm.

Looking up into the sky, Hans suddenly saw something unusual approaching.
"Look, look, Sam!" he bawled.

"Vot is dot ?" "Oh, that must be our biplane!" answered Sam.

"Yes, it is! Dick or Tom must be running it.

Isn't it great, Hans ?" "_Du meine zeit!_" groaned the German youth.