“You sure have nerve!”
Thus cried Ned’s chums as they crowded around him, clapping him on the back and seeking to shake hands. He was overwhelmed with congratulations.
“That was fine!” said Mr. Perdy. “You sure do know aeroplanes! You’re not open for an engagement, are you? I have several dates booked for the South this winter, and if my partner isn’t going to attend to business any better than he did to-day, I’d like to make some arrangements with you.”
“Thank you, but I’m going to stay at Boxwood Hall,” answered Ned.
Jerry and Bob, joining Ned, looked over to where Frank Watson had been standing. But he was gone.
“I guess he had enough,” observed Tom Bacon.
The other attractions at the fair did not interest the college lads very much, and as there were to be no more flights that day the crowd of boys, including our friends and those who had come in the automobile with them, made their way back, stopping in Fordham at the “Band-Box” for some soda-water and other like refreshments. Little else was talked of but Ned’s flight.
“I never knew it could be so easy,” said Lem Ferguson.
“You’ve got to get used to it, of course,” Ned remarked. “Otherwise, there’s nothing to it.”