Almost as he spoke, a thousand feet above the earth Phil, with a wider sweep, came on an even keel and then headed directly for the center of the town. A moment later the sound of the whirring propellers came within the hearing of the spellbound observers and then suddenly ceased.
“He’s gliding now without power,” exclaimed Frank, “stand back everybody.”
Just as the Loon seemed about to strike with a crash in the street far beyond the crowd, there was a jump upward, a new glide earthward, another tilt of the ship skyward and then, the speed of the monoplane almost checked, a new drop earthward and Phil skilfully landed fifty feet from where he started.
“Get out,” exclaimed Frank enthusiastically, “my arm feels better. All aboard, Lord Pelton. I’ll initiate you.”
As Phil climbed out the Englishman hesitated.
“Don’t let her get cool,” called out Phil. “All aboard.”
And almost before he knew it the Englishman had been helped aboard and into the seat just behind the new aviator.