Dick made the circuit of the field and then cut a figure eight. The machine seemed to work perfectly, and when he came down he was well satisfied.
"All aboard for Brill College!" he cried. "Through passage only! No stopovers allowed!"
"Shall we sail over now, or wait until to-morrow?" asked Sam.
"Oh, come on now!" cried Tom, impatiently. "Lots of fellows will be on the campus at this hour, and we can do some circling around before we land."
"I'm willing," said Dick. "Who is to do the steering?"
"You do it—you're the oldest," said Sam.
"I don't want all the glory," insisted Dick.
"You are not going to have," went on the fun-loving Rover. "See what I've got for Sam and myself." And he brought out a mysterious package he had brought from home. It contained two silken American flags and two tin horns.
"We'll do the patriotic while you run the machine," said Sam.