For once Bud was supreme. He gave his orders and the others obeyed.
Even Hugh, accustomed to being the leader, willingly assumed the air
of a novice, though Bud knew very well that the other had studied
the subject of aviation very thoroughly and was competent to advise
in a pinch.
By slow degrees Bud managed to get his planes adjusted and the tiny
motor installed. Hugh, in a quiet and unostentatious way, often
assisted him to overcome some difficulty that arose; so that Bud
declared he did not know how he could have managed without the
other's help in tightening wire stays and installing the motor.
At last the work seemed to have been accomplished. Bud said he could
fix the rudder of the model so that when once it was in the air, it
would continue to make revolutions for a certain time. He declared
it would actually fly around the field slowly until the measured
stock of gasoline had been exhausted, when of course it would drop
to the ground as the engine ceased to work.
"You see I expect to manage by means of this cord," he explained.
"I'll chase along below, and every once in so often try to upset the
thing by giving a savage jerk. Then you'll discover whether my
device is going to work.
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