CHAPTER X
ALL ON ACCOUNT OF A KITE
"That's the time Poole caught it," remarked Phil, after the excitement had come to an end.
"That's right," answered Dave. "I am glad it was not your kite, Phil."
"So am I."
"In one way, it was Nat's own fault," said Roger, who was near. "Half a dozen told him to balance the kite better, but he wouldn't listen."
Down on the river some of the students had attached their kites to boats and were having races. But soon the wind changed and the kites veered around to another point of the compass and the races had to be abandoned.
Phil's kite was well up and it was all he and Dave could do to manage it. Roger and Ben grew somewhat tired of the sport presently and brought down their kite and wound up the string. Then Phil and Dave began to lower the big kite.
"The wind is freshening," observed Dave. "Gracious! how this big kite does tug!"
He could scarcely hold it as Phil wound up the cord. Then came another blast of air and Dave fell backward with the broken string in his hand, while the big kite went soaring away in the direction of Oakdale.
"There goes the kite!"