THE FALSE BAROGRAPH
“He’s a wizard, but——”
The speaker, one of many gathered near the grand stand of the International grounds, paused in the middle of the sentence, and looked significantly at his companion.
“I understand,” agreed the latter. “You want to say that the fellow Valdec is an aviatic contortionist. Whew! there’s a risky turn. And he’s bobbed up all right. There’s not much practicability or science in the stunt, though.”
The Whirlwind had gone up third in the last big event of the meet. Valdec had completely overshadowed his previous contestants. There was no doubt as to his agility, daring and complete mastery of his machine at critical junctures. He suggested reckless bravado, and acted like a man not caring one whit for life or limb.
“He’s hair-raising and blood-curdling, and that is all,” declared Hiram. “But——”
“There’s his big stunt—looping the loop!” cried the thrilled and really interested Bruce.
There could not help but be vociferous applause as a result of the marvellous gyrations of Valdec. He was showing off his strongest points. To the lover of sensations they were fascinating. To the real, progressive airman, however, they showed little in the way of grace or real utility.
For all that, the ever observant Hiram looked sober and anxious as Valdec brought the Whirlwind to center field, and was greeted with a real ovation. Dave next received the signal to begin, and the Ariel arose in the air.
“I’m tingling all over!” declared Hiram.