The Brighton Boys with the Flying Corps by James R. [pseud.] Driscoll
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from any of the chasers. Another go or two and I will get horizontal
control down fine, and then I am ready for a real go. I can land the school bus like a bird. I am getting swelled up, Louis." "All right. But don't get so swelled that you play the goat, Joe. I know you won't, for that matter. You are one of the careful ones, all right. But this does not get us any nearer flying a real machine." "I wish I had a machine of my own," said Joe mournfully. "Wishing won't get it, Joe." "I wonder why we can't get hold of a machine that has been finished off by one of these cheerful student chaps, and still has some good stuff left in it, and get Parks to let us patch it up and get a flight on it?" "Parks can't be all that generous of government property, old man. If a plane is worth fixing up the chief wants the rest of the use of it. If it is no good to him it would not be worth anything to us; that's the rub there." "I've got it!" exclaimed Joe, slapping his knee. "Why not hit Parks for that old 'bad bus' that gave the young fellow the broken leg the last time it smashed? There is plenty of life left in that old girl. I wonder they haven't taken the engine out of her if they don't intend to fix her up, The engine is all right." "Maybe the engine is out of her. Where is she?" |
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