The Flying Boys in the Sky. Ellis Edward Sylvester

used in ascending and descending and the two vertical ones at the rear for steering your course. I should judge,” he said, scrutinizing the motor, “that your engine has about sixty-horse power.”

      “You hit it exactly; I am astonished by your knowledge.”

      “It all comes from remembering what I read. And the wing tips are the ailerons, and the engine weighs about three hundred pounds.”

      “A trifle less, the whole weight of the aeroplane being eight hundred pounds.”

      “Your propeller is made of black walnut, and has eight laminations, and when under full headway revolves more than a thousand times a minute.”

      “See here,” said Harvey; “don’t say you haven’t examined aeroplanes before.”

      “As I told you, I never saw one until now, but what’s the use of reading anything unless you keep it in your memory? That’s my principle.”

      CHAPTER VI

      WORKING FOR DINNER

      Further conversation justified the astonishment of Harvey Hamilton. The countryman, who gave his name as Abisha Wharton, showed a knowledge of aviation and heavier-than-air machines such as few amateurs possess. In the midst of his bright remarks he abruptly checked himself.

      “What time is it?”

      Harvey glanced at the little watch on his wrist.

      “Twenty minutes of six.”

      “You two will take supper with me.”

      Bohunkus Johnson, who had been silently listening while the three were standing, heaved an enormous sigh.

      “Dat’s what I’se been waitin’ to hear mentioned eber since we landed; yas, we’ll take supper wid yo’; I neber was so hungry in my life.”

      “I appreciate your kindness, which I accept on condition that we pay you or your wife for it. We have started on an outing, and that is our rule.”

      “I didn’t have that in mind when I spoke, but if you insist on giving the old lady a little tip, we sha’n’t quarrel; leastways I know she won’t.”

      “That is settled then. Now I should like to hire you to do me a favor. I don’t suppose you keep gasoline in your home?”

      “Never had a drop; we use only candles and such light as the fire on the hearth gives.”

      “How near is there a store where we can buy the stuff?”

      “I suppose Peters has it, for he sells everything from a toothpick to a folding bed. He keeps the main store at Darbytown, two miles away. I drive there nearly every day.”

      “Will you do so now, and buy me ten gallons of gasoline and two gallons of cylinder oil?”

      “I don’t see why I shouldn’t; certainly I’ll do it. Do you want it right off?”

      “Can you go to town and back before dark?”

      “My horse isn’t noted for his swiftness,” replied Abisha with a grin, “but I can come purty nigh making it, if I start now.”

      “Dat’s a good idee; while yo’s gone, Harv and me can put ourselves outside ob dat supper dat yo’ remarked about.”

      Harvey’s first thought was to accompany his new friend to the village, but when he saw the rickety animal and the dilapidated wagon to which he was soon harnessed, he forebore out of consideration for the brute. Besides, it looked as if he was likely to fail with the task. Accordingly, our young friend handed a five-dollar bill to his host and repeated his instructions. Then he and Bohunkus sauntered to the rude porch, where Mrs. Wharton came forth at the call of her husband, and was introduced to the visitors, whose names were given by Harvey. She promised that the evening meal should suit them and passed inside to look after its preparation.

      The winding wagon road was well marked, and Abisha Wharton, seated in the front of his rattling vehicle, struck his bony horse so smart a blow that the animal broke into a loping trot, and speedily passed from sight among the trees in the direction of Darbytown. Harvey and Bohunkus, having nothing to hold their attention, strolled to the woodpile and sat down on one of the small logs lying there, awaiting cutting into proper length and size for the old-fashioned stove in the kitchen. A few minutes later the wife came out and gathered all that was ready for use. As she straightened up, she remarked with a sniff:

      “That Abisha Wharton is too lazy ever to cut ’nough wood to last a day; all he keers about is to smoke his pipe, or fish, or read his papers and books.”

      When she had gone in, Harvey said to his companion:

      “We haven’t anything to do for an hour or so; let’s make ourselves useful.”

      “I’m agreeable,” replied Bohunkus, lifting one of the heavy pieces and depositing it in the two X’s which formed the wood horse. The saw lay near and was fairly sharp. The colored youth was powerful and had good wind. He bent to work with a vigor that soon severed the piece in the middle. He immediately picked up another to subject it to the same process, while Harvey swung the rather dull axe and split the wood for the stove. It was all clean white hickory, with so straight a grain that a slight blow caused it to break apart. The work was light and Harvey offered to relieve his companion at the saw.

      “Don’t bodder me; dis am fun; besides,” added Bohunkus, “I cac’late to make it up when I git at de supper table; I tell yo’, Harv, yo’ll hab to gib dat lady a big tip.”

      “I certainly shall if I wish to save her from losing on you.”

      For nearly an hour the two wrought without stopping to rest. By that time, most of the wood was cut and heaped into a sightly pile. The odor of the hickory was fragrant, and it made a pretty sight, besides which we all know that it has hardly a superior for fuel, unless it be applewood.

      By and by the woman of the house came to the door and looked at the two boys. She was delighted, for she saw enough wood ready cut for the stove to last her for a week at least. Bohunkus was bending over the saw horse with one knee on the stick, while a tiny stream of grains shot out above and below, keeping time with the motion of the implement, and Harvey swung the axe aloft with an effect that kept the respective tasks equal. Gazing at them for a moment, the housewife called:

      “Supper’s waiting!”

      “So am I!” replied Bohunkus, who, having a stick partly sawn in two worked with such energy that the projecting end quickly fell to the ground. Harvey would not allow him to leave until the pieces were split and piled upon the others.

      “Now let us each carry in an armful.”

      They loaded themselves, and Harvey led the way into the house, where the smiling woman directed them to the kitchen. There being no box they dumped the wood upon the floor, then seated themselves at the table, and she waited upon them.

      Despite her untidy appearance, Mrs. Wharton gave them an abundant and well-cooked meal, to which it need not be said both did justice. They were blessed with good appetites, Bohunkus especially being noted at home for his capacity in that line. They pleased the hostess by their compliments, but more so by their enjoyment of the meal.

      It was a mild, balmy night, and at the suggestion of the woman they carried their stools outside and sat in front of the house and on the edge of the clearing, to await the return of the master of the household. Sooner than they expected, they heard the rattle of the wheels and the sound of his voice, as he urged his tired animal onward. It took but a few minutes for him to unfasten, water and lead him to the stable. Then the man came forward and greeted his friends.

      “How did you make out?” asked Harvey.

      “I got what I went after, of course; the gasoline and oil are in the wagon, and there’s about three dollars coming to you.”

      “Which you will keep,” replied Harvey. “We have finished an excellent meal and shall wait here for you if you don’t mind.”

      “I’m agreeable to anything,” remarked the man, as he slouched inside,