“Because he wanted me to try a flight in it. He needs some one who is light, and he asked me. But I wouldn’t do it. I’m afraid,” answered Andy Rush.
“Did you see it?” asked Ned eagerly.
“Sure. He had it built in Jenkinson’s machine shop. But he’s been keeping quiet about it. I guess he didn’t want you fellows to get on to it, for fear you’d beat him out. He’s been working on it for some time. Ever since he heard about the carnival.”
Andy was speaking more quietly now, and his three auditors listened intently.
“And is it really shaped like a fly?” asked Jerry.
“It sure is. He took me over and showed it to me yesterday. That’s when he wanted me to sail it for him. It’s a big tin fly, with wings and everything. Oh, it’s a queer-looking shebang. It’s big, too.”
“How does it run?” asked Bob.
“He’s got a little motor on it, one he took out of his old auto, I guess. It makes the wings flap up and down.”
“And he really thinks he can fly in it?” asked Ned.