The voice of Armbruster came through the phones:
“There, Kiwi, not too much rudder. Rudders are dangerous things. They have caused a good share of all the accidents.”
Kiwi had the feeling that Armbruster had hastily corrected his errors and he gained new respect for the art of flying.
Armbruster’s reassuring voice told him to try again. This time they sailed along very calmly, the nose on one spot on the horizon, seen through the glittering whirl of the propeller.
Again came Armbruster’s voice:
“Your left wing is low, Kiwi. Pull it up slightly with your stick.”
Here was another thing for him to watch out for!
At the end of a quarter of an hour they had gone a long distance from their friends and Armbruster said:
“I’ll turn the plane around and then we’ll fly back.”
As Kiwi felt his instructor take over the controls he let them go, and the plane swung around in a small arc. Then the voice came: