"Did you see what she did this time?"

"Yes, sir. I was looking at her from the end hangar. I was some
distance away, but I happened to have my eye on her as she crocked."

"Did she side-slip?"

"That is just what she did do." Parks glanced at Colonel Marker
inquisitively. What was the colonel driving at?

"The reason I asked," said the colonel, "was on account of something
one of those Brighton boys remarked to me not more than ten minutes
before the smash. He said the 'bad bus'---as he called it---side-slipped
at times unexpectedly. Those youngsters do pick things up, don't they?"

Just then they reached the scene of the accident, and both of them
forgot the Brighton boys for the moment.

The machine was smashed badly and the young pilot had received a
broken leg in addition to a nasty shaking.

"I think I will let that plane go," said Parks as he and the colonel
drove toward the hangars. "I will just pile up the old thing and let
her sit in a corner until I need her worse than I do now. She has
played her last trick for a while. You were speaking of those
Brighton boys, sir. What are you planning to do with them?"

"Make flyers of them some day."