Nelson, maintaining his lateral balance by careful inclinations of his body to right and left, cut his way upward at a slight angle, with never a tremor of the planes, extending his momentum by holding a stiff, steady angle, until, about one hundred and fifty feet from the start and fifty feet from the ground, the attraction of gravitation began to assert itself and drew the glider and its passenger earthward. But the attraction of gravitation cannot have its own way with a glider going against the wind, and Nelson coasted easily down not so very far from the foot of the hill.
“That was fine!” said Bert.
“How was the weather up there, Nel?” asked Morrel.
Harry tried it after that and made a good flight; but he tried a spectacular rise, throwing his edges up to forty-five degrees, and consequently didn’t go so far.
Instead of blowing his horn, Charlie Greer, wearing his apron, came up to see the show and summon them to supper. They made him get in and, amid loud cheering, he made a magnificent flight of eight feet.
“Great, Charlie!” shouted Vinton.
“Charles, you’re a winner!” said Mac.
“Guess everybody’s tried it now,” said Walden.
“Where’s Kid Lord?” piped up Tom.
“Here comes Brick Parks. Hey, Brick, where’s the Kid, anyway?”