But they wanted so much to see the girls, and show them the biplane, that they were willing to take the risk.
On and on sailed the _Dartaway_, now in the teeth of the breeze and then with the wind on the quarter.

All of the youths clung fast constantly, for their was great danger of being pitched into space.

They had straps for fastening themselves, but hated to use these, fearing that they might get in some position where a quick jump might mean safety.

If they were strapped in, and the biplane fell, they might be crushed to death under the heavy engine.
Most of the trip was made in the face of the wind, which, every instant, seemed to grow stronger.

The _Dartaway_ acted like a thing of life, swooping and careening from one side to the other.