“Now, Kiwi, take me home.”
On the way back Kiwi practised again, only once getting into difficulties when he got the plane into that alarming zigzagging.
They made several trips to distant points and back again. Then Armbruster said, “We’ll land now and take a rest.” And Kiwi confessed to himself that a rest from this concentration would be most welcome.
As they landed and taxied up to the group, several called out to know how the pupil was making out. Kiwi was elated to hear Armbruster say:
“The boy is good. A little heavy on the controls, but we’ll have him flying in no time.”
Dad grinned at him as he climbed from his seat and gave him an approving pat as he came over to where Dad and Jack were standing with Thorne.
After a few minutes’ rest, and his instructor had had a smoke, they went up again.
Kiwi practised once more on this simple business of keeping the plane straight and on an even keel. Then Armbruster’s voice came:
“We’ll try a turn—a turn to the right—that’s an easy one. Now, keeping your hands and feet lightly on the controls, you feel what they do while I make this gradual turn.”
And while he was doing it, Armbruster repeated several times: