"Anything wrong?" inquired Hiram, noticing the movement.

"The wind is shifting slightly," was the reply.

Dave felt of the breeze cautiously after that, keeping his cheek
well to windward. It required constant watchfulness and
maneuvering for the next fifteen miles to keep the control
permanent. Dave was glad when a dim glow of radiance told that they
had nearly reached the end of their journey.

Dave "ducked," as the phrase goes, as a swoop from a new quarter
sent the machine banking.

He managed the dilemma by circling. There was only five more miles
to cover. Dave went up searching for a steadier air current, found
it, maintained a steady flight for over a quarter of an hour, and
slowed down slightly as they came directly over Kewaukee.

"Going to land?" inquired Hiram, attentively attracted by all these
skillful maneuvers.

"Yes," replied Dave. "The question is, though, to find just the
right place."

Dave tried to figure out the contour of the landscape beneath them.
He passed over high buildings, skirted what seemed like a factory
district, and began to volplane.

"Going to drop?" queried Hiram.