"Tom! Tom!" cried his aunt. "You'll kill me with your daring! Are you hurt? Did something break?"
"No, I'm not hurt, aunty, and nothing broke," he answered. "Oh, it was immense! I could have stayed up an hour if I had wanted to."
"Very good—very good indeed!" said Captain Colby. "You took a risk in flying over the house, but as nothing went wrong we won't say anything about that."
"Now it's my turn!" cried Sam.
"Has Dick been up?" queried his father.
"Yes, and he made a splendid flight too," answered Tom. "Oh, dad, your sons are born aviators."
"Perhaps. But, Sam, do be careful! Don't try to fly so high at first," pleaded Anderson Rover.
"I'll be careful, dad," answered his youngest offspring.
All remained in the field to watch the flight of the youngest Rover. Sam was a little pale, but just as determined as his brothers had been to succeed. He looked over the biplane carefully, then took his seat, and told them to start the propellers.
Once more the Dartaway arose, and as it did Mrs. Rover could not repress a shudder, for Sam was very dear to her, because he was her dead sister's youngest child, and she had never had any children of her own.