The new engine was in place, and they had given it a good try-out and had found that it worked as well as the other and gave much more power.
"I think we could carry half a dozen folks now," said Sam, after a trial with some bags of sand.

"She takes up the extra weight without an effort." "Perhaps, but there is no use of straining the biplane, or the engine either," returned Dick.
The morning of the all-important day came and the boys found the wind blowing steadily from the west.
"Rather breezy for a flight," was Dick's comment.
"Do you think it will rain ?" queried Sam, anxiously.
"Not with the wind from that quarter, Sam.

But we may get more breeze than we want." "Oh, we won't mind the wind a bit," declared Tom, who never wanted anything to interfere with his pleasure.
The boys had their regular classes to attend during the morning, and also one recitation after lunch.

But by half-past two all were free, and after donning their aviation suits, they hurried to the shed and rolled out the _Dartaway_.
"Pretty breezy and no mistake," remarked Dick, as he gazed anxiously at the sky.

"I don't know about this." "Oh, don't say we can't go, Dick!" pleaded Sam.
"Maybe the breeze isn't so strong high up," came from Tom, hopefully.
"It may be stronger, Tom.