"They would actually have to examine the flier before they could learn
what it represents to the army aviation corps; and we keep it closely
guarded all the time we are not in the air. So much of a secret are
several things connected with this monoplane, that I cannot mention
them, even to such patriotic chaps as you are."
"And we don't blame you, sir, surely we don't!" exclaimed Bud promptly.
"Us inventors have to be pretty careful how we let people see what
we've struck! Lots of ideas have been stolen before now. If my
little scheme turns out what I hope it's going to, I think I'll hand
it over to the Government for use with their war aeroplanes. Wouldn't
it be just great if a pilot could give his whole attention to the job
of dropping bombs and such like, never bothering himself about the
wind currents or anything else? The little Morgan controller would
manage all such things automatically. As the saying is, you press
the button and we'll do all the rest!"
Hugh did not arouse poor Bud from this happy dream. What was the use?
Better let him have a little more pleasure out of it before
confronting him with the cold facts acts in the case. He must learn
soon enough that he was several years too late, and that those
wonderful Fathers of Aviation in America, the Wrights, had covered
the identical ground some time previous with their Fool-proof Flier.
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