“Will you, mister?” cried Andy, with bated breath and sparkling eyes.
The boy began creeping along the slant of the barn roof. It was slow progress, for he saw that he must keep the rope from getting tangled. Another hindrance to rapid progress was the fact that he had to be careful not to graze or disturb the delicate wings of the machine.
About half the directed progress covered, Andy paused and looked down. The door of the farmhouse was in his range of vision, and the farmer had just opened it cautiously.
He stuck out his head, and bobbed it in again. The next minute he ventured out a little farther. Now he came out on the stoop of the house.
“Hey, you!” he yelled, waving his hands up at the aeronaut.
“Well, neighbor?” interrogated the latter.
“What kind of a new-fangled thing is that you’ve stuck on my barn?”
“It’s an airship.”
“Like we read about in the papers?”
“Yes.”