Bless my
trench helmet, but you can't sail any too soon for me!"
There was a genial laugh at his impetuosity, and the three took
their seats in the big craft. Once more the engine was started.
It operated as silently as before, and the first good impressions
were confirmed. Even as the machine moved along the ground, just
previous to taking flight into the air, there was no noise, save
the slight crunch made by the wheels. This, of course, would be
obviated when Silent Sam was aloft.
Up and up soared the great craft, with Tom at the engine and
guide controls, while Mr. Terrill and Mr. Damon sat behind him,
both eagerly watching. Mr. Terrill was there to find fault if he
could, but he was glad he did not have to.
"The machine works perfectly, Mr. Swift," he said. "My report
cannot be otherwise than favorable."
"We mustn't be in too much of a hurry," said Tom, who had
learned caution some time ago. "I want to sail around for several
hours. Sometimes a machine will work well at first, but defects
will develop when it is overheated. I'm going to do my best to
make a noise with this new motor.
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