OR
The Boy Aeronaut’s Grit
[CHAPTER I]
A CONDITIONAL BARGAIN
“Far as we go!”
As the conductor of the trolley made this announcement, the car came to a stop in a suburb of Newark, New Jersey. About two blocks beyond the end of the line, and almost on the edge of the salt marshes, rose a new and wide two-story brick building. Even from that distance could be heard the hum of men and machines.
“Much obliged,” answered the man. “That the place?”
The conductor nodded.
“Thanks,” said the passenger, who, although apparently a middle-aged man, sprang lightly to the ground. “Have a cigar?”
“If you don’t mind,” answered the conductor, “I’ll save it until this evening. I don’t often get a smoke like this.”