Thus a mechanical
balancer had been arranged, so that the pilot need never bother
himself as to whether a stiff gale were blowing or not, since
practically nothing could upset his craft.
"It looks to me as if you had a good idea there, Bud," said Hugh;
"and unless somebody's been ahead of you in the field, it ought to
make you famous as an inventor. Perhaps when you try it again
to-morrow, after mending your planes, you'll discover a few ways
in which it can be improved. Never believe anything is perfect the
first time. And now, shall we gather it up again and carry it to
the cabin?"
"You're awfully kind, Hugh!" declared the happy Bud, whose face was
rosy from his recent tremendous exertions and from the glow of
satisfied ambition. "I am convinced that I haven't been wasting
my time, even if I'm only harrowing in a field some other fellow may
have plowed before me."
They managed to get the miniature aeroplane over to the shack, though
it was no light burden, taken all in all. Bud, however, was feeling
so pleased that he could have done the work of an ox himself. There
is nothing like satisfaction to bring out unsuspected powers in a boy;
and just then Bud believed he could have carried as great a load as
any Turkish _hamel_ or porter.
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