The wind rushed over the canvas planes and sang merrily through the wire stays.

The engine banged away steadily, and the propellers left only a blur in the air as they kept whizzing around and around.
"How is it, Dick ?" asked Sam, after a full minute had passed, and they were turning in a big circle.
"Can't tell yet--pretty gusty and full of holes," was the answer, and Dick gritted his teeth tightly and took a firmer hold of the steering wheel.

Then the _Dartaway_ came around with a rush.
"Wow!" cried Tom, clutching at his seat.

"Say, this is some slant!" "Hold tight!" yelled Dick.
The warning came none too soon, for a gust of wind hit the biplane and all but made it "turn turtle," as the saying goes.

But Dick was on the watch, and he sent the tips down, and soon the machine righted itself.
Then they rushed away, over the woods beyond the college buildings.
"Going ?" queried Sam.
"Are you game ?" asked Dick, grimly.
"Sure!" "What about it, Tom?
Don't go if you don't think it is best." "We'll try it.Dick.But if you spill us out--well, please choose a soft spot, that's all!" went on Tom, who had to have his joke, even in such a time of peril.
To take that trip, with such a wind blowing, was not a wise move, and all three of the Rovers knew it.