"Why,
that engine would have given me a bad scare if I'd seen it beforehand.
And I toted that all the way up here from the road, did I? Well,
anyway, I've earned the right to boast after this. A motor is no
light load, I don't care how small it may be. Don't you agree with
me, Ralph?"
Ralph was chuckling to himself, seemingly much amused.
"I should say yes," he replied; "and I don't wonder you complained of
feeling a touch of pain in the muscles of your back last night, Hugh.
But really the load Bud took himself was larger and just about as
heavy as yours, you see."
"Oh! he gave me my choice. I saw it was six of one and half a dozen
of the other, so I took the smaller one. I reckon I'll be ready to
tackle a house next time, after having a motor on my back."
Bud set to work assembling the various parts of his model. In some
respects it was rather a crude imitation of a monoplane, but for
practical purposes no doubt it would answer just as well as the most
elegant model. What Bud wanted to find out most of all was whether
he had been working on the right principle. If that turned out to
be correct he could afford to have a better model made; then he
could take up the idea with some of those capitalists who were
interested in building airships of all kinds.
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