This was a minor matter, and
only intended to hurry things along.
When the little motor got to work there was an immediate movement of
the rough miniature monoplane.
"Hurrah! there she goes!" cried Ralph, really excited when he saw the
object of Bud's recent labors actually moving through space, sustained
by the extended pair of planes.
Hugh, too, felt a thrill of delight. He was very fond of Bud, and
anything that promised to repay the other scout for his weeks of
arduous labor pleased the leader of the Wolf patrol more than he
could express in words.
Bud was about the busiest boy any one had ever known. To run along
and keep, up with that hurrying model, hanging on to the long stout
cord, was no easy task. The rudder had certainly been fixed properly
to insure a circuit of the field; but as the ground was very rough in
places, Bud had great difficulty in keeping from falling many times.
This was partly on account of the fact that he had to fasten his eyes
on the scurrying monoplane model pretty much all the time, and could
therefore not pay much attention to where he was going, or see the
traps lying in the way of his feet.
He stuck to his task heroically, with grim determination to see it
through to the bitter end.
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