"Though the skies be dark and dreary
And hope be almost dead,
And hearts are all so weary——"
"Each one can go to bed!"
"Though the skies be dark and dreary
And hope be almost dead,
And hearts are all so weary——"
"Each one can go to bed!"
finished Tom. "A fine bit of poetry truly, Songbird, old sport."
"Who said anything about going to bed?" snorted the would-be poet. "I had a finer line than that, Tom. It was—er—it was—a—er—a—— Oh, dear, you've quite driven it out of my head!"
"Never mind, it will come back day after yesterday, or before and sooner," went on the fun-loving Rover blandly. "Now let us put away our things and get ready for supper. I'm as hungry as a wolf in a famine."
"That's right," chimed in Sam. "Aeroplaning can give one a wonderful appetite."
"It's the air," said Stanley.
That evening, after a good meal, the Rover boys had to tell of their various experiences with the biplane. Not a student of Brill had ever gone up in a flying machine although several had gone up in balloons at county fairs and elsewhere. The Rovers had to promise to take up half a dozen of their chums. So far during the fall, talk of football had filled the air, but now all became flying and flying machines. Several of the richer students promised themselves machines in the near future.
"That's the talk!" cried Tom, enthusiastically. "Then we can have some races!"
"Maybe we can even get up an intercollegiate aeroplaning contest," remarked Sam.