An hour later the sleeping boy aroused himself with a start. The Loon was in flight.
“What’s doin’?” he cried in alarm.
“Nothin’, only we’ve started,” was Frank’s rejoinder.
“Started?” exclaimed Phil. “’Tain’t time, is it?”
“No,” answered Frank bending to his work of adjusting the big plane as the clattering monoplane left the ground, “but I got tired.”
“Who held her?” was Phil’s next question as he scrambled to his feet.
“No one,” replied Frank. “I just gave her a run. She made it all right.”
“You’re crazy,” roared Phil.
Frank laughed and lifted the ship a little higher.