"And I've got something else—but never mind what it is," went on Tom.
"No fireworks, Tom—they are too dangerous in a flying machine," warned Dick, who knew his brother's love for things that made a noise.
"Nothing dangerous this time, Dick, I'll give you my word."
The Dartaway was given another inspection and then staked to the ground with a strong rope, fastened by a slip knot. Then the engine was started up and the three lads clambered on board.
"Good bye!" they cried to the Sandersons.
"Good bye and good luck!" answered the farmer.
"Let us know how you arrive," added his daughter.
Then the knot in the rope was allowed to slide, and with a rush and a whizz the biplane sped over the smooth ground and then soared into the air. By the time Sam had hauled in the dangling rope, the flying machine had left the Sanderson farm far behind.
"Oh, this is simply glorious!" cried Tom. He had his flag in one hand and his horn in the other, and Sam was similarly equipped.
"Of course you know the way, Dick," said the youngest Rover.