He indicated Bill, who hesitated:
“No shenanigan!”
“Nothing of the kind, I promise you.”
After a moment’s pause, he gingerly approached, but showed he was not wholly free from misgiving.
“What do you think of that big wheel?” asked Harvey.
“Hooh! seems to be made of black walnut,” replied the other, laying a hand on one of the propeller blades.
“So it is; have you enough muscle to turn it round?”
“That’s dead easy,” replied Bill, grasping one of the arms and whirling it about with double the force that was necessary.
CHAPTER XII.
PEACEFUL OVERTURES FAIL.
The revolution of the propeller of course started the engine, with such a terrific outburst of noise that Bill instinctively drew back a pace or two. In an instant the blades were spinning round with tremendous velocity, and the aeroplane began moving over the ground with fast increasing speed.