Mr. Jackson then spun the propellers, and, with
a crackle and roar the motor started. Over the ground ran the
dainty, little aeroplane, until, having momentum enough, Tom
tilted the wing planes and the machine sailed up into the air.
Rising about a thousand feet, and circling about several times
to test the wind currents, Tom headed his craft toward Chester,
a city about fifty miles from Shopton. In his pocket, snugly
tucked away, were the two stones Mr. Jenks had given him.
It was not long before Tom saw, looming up in the distance the
church spires and towering factory chimneys of Chester, for his
machine was a speedy one, and could make ninety miles an hour
when driven. But now a slower speed satisfied our hero.
"I'll just drop down outside of the city," he reasoned, "for
too much of a crowd gathers when I land in the street. Besides I
might frighten horses, and then, too, it's hard to get a good
start from the street. I'll leave it in some barn until I want to
go back."
Tom sent his craft down, in order to pick out a safe place for
a landing. He was then over the suburbs of the city, and was
following the line of a straight country road.
"Looks like a good place there," he murmured. "I'll shut off
the motor, and vol-plane down."
Suiting the action to the word, Tom shut off his power.
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