FROM THE SKY
"More likely it's engine trouble of some kind," suggested Frank, gazing at the swooping airplane. "My, but he's a nifty driver! See how he handles that machine!"
"Dick Lever himself couldn't do better," remarked Bart, as he watched the graceful curves described by the aviator in his descent.
"Good old Dick!" observed Billy. "I wonder where he is now."
The aviator was evidently aiming for a large open space a little to the right and in advance of the moving column. Soon he had reached it and landed as lightly as a feather.
"Wouldn't have broken a pane of glass if it had come down on it," observed Tom admiringly. "That fellow knows his business."
The aviator climbed out of his machine and came over toward the column, which had just received the order for the ten minutes rest, which, according to regulations, came at the end of every hour of marching.
He was encased in heavy clothing and his face was almost concealed by the fur-rimmed visor that he wore.
"Something about that fellow that looks familiar," remarked Billy.
"By the great horn spoon!" ejaculated Frank, "it's Dick Lever himself."