After about thirty-five minutes of instructions, they returned to the airport. They climbed out of the machine and McCarthy inquired, “Well, how did you like it?”
“It was fine,” answered Paul grinning, “except that I think I was a trifle dumb in responding.”
“Oh, no, you weren’t,” McCarthy answered him. “You were all right. For about ten minutes you were flying all by yourself and I’m very pleased with you.”
Walking toward the office building, the major commented, “I see now that I’m going to enjoy teaching you boys. From the way it looks, I should say that all of you are someday going to be mighty fine flyers.”
“How long before we can go solo?”
“It all depends. About eight or ten lessons is the average.”
CHAPTER XI
Baseball Game