I hope to fly right over the house, just like a bird." "No! no! Don't you try dat, Massa Dick! You'll break yo' neck suah! Don't yo' try it! I--I can't allow it nohow--an' yo' aunt won't allow it neither!" And the colored man shook his head most emphatically.
"Now, don't get excited, Aleck," said Dick, calmly.

"I won't go up until I am sure of what I am doing.

Why, don't you know that flying in the air is getting to be a common thing these days?
Tom and Sam and I bought that biplane in New York last week, and a man who knows all about flying is coming out to the farm to teach us how to run it.

After we know how to sail through the air we'll take you up with us." "Me!" ejaculated the colored man, and rolled his eyes wildly.

"Not in a thousand years, Massa Dick, an' not fo' all dat treasure yo' dun brung home from Treasure Isle! No, sah, de ground am good enough fo' Aleck Pop!" And he backed away, as if afraid Dick Rover might carry him off then and there.
"Hello, Aleck!" cried a merry voice at this moment, and Tom Rover came into view.