Lieutenant Larson, with one of the helpers, made the first flight. He did not go very high, so that Uncle Ezra would have confidence. When he came back to the starting point he asked:
"Well, will you take a chance?"
"I—I guess so," replied Mr. Larabee, and his voice was not very steady.
"I'm goin' in the house," announced Mrs. Larabee. "I don't want to see it!"
Uncle Ezra took his place.
"I've got accident insurance in case anything happens," he said, slowly.
"I don't believe your policy covers airship flights," the lieutenant returned.
"Then let me out!" cried Uncle Ezra. "I'll have the policy changed! I'm not going to take any such chances!"
"It's too late!" cried Larson. "Here we go!" The engine was thundering away, and a moment later the craft shot over the ground and into the air. Uncle Ezra was flying at last.