Again reaching a fair height, he tipped the biplane on an angle of five degrees and came down so fast that the spectators thought something was wrong. When the machine was within a yard of the ground, Andy brought it to the horizontal with ease and made a pretty landing.
“Well, Ridley,” rallied John Parks, as the stupefied owner of the machine stared in open-mouthed wonder, “what do you say to that?”
“What do I say,” repeated Ridley. “I say, look out for your laurels, John Parks. That boy is a wonder!”
CHAPTER XI—SPYING ON THE ENEMY
“There is that man again, Mr. Parks.”
“Duske? Yes.”
“Shall I follow him?”
“I’d like to know just what he is about.”
“I would like to try and find out,” declared Andy, with more eagerness than his employer suspected.
“All right, Andy; look him up a bit. Watch out for trouble, though, for he is a dangerous man.”