Famous Flyers

ng. But he was over bright and early the next morning. It had rained all night, and was still raining in a quiet, steady downpour, when Hal appeared at t

n eyelash. In fact, as soon as Hal had been unwrapped from his many coverings, and had spoken to them all, Captain Bill discovered that he

out the famous flyers, and of their hopes to be flyers themselves some day. Bill had been a good lis

doing all the talking. Why

t they're a little moth-eaten now. But how about the two of you telling me a

you can, old scout," said Bob

l tell you a story only on one condition. Each of y

I'm afraid I won't be able to," he said, blush

, and convince him only more of the fact that he could not spin a yarn. So he said, "Well, we'll tell ours first, and you can tell yours later. After you

e?" asked

me competition. Pat's a great story teller. I'll tell my story first. Then Bob can tell his, after he's had some time for preparation; th

aid Bob, eagerly. He w

right just for Bob-and he was even getting well enough acquainted with Captain Bill to tell his story in front of him-but this Pa

wo know about," said Bill. "How about stories of the

Bob. "Gee, I w

ave," said Captain Bil

hink it over. But-I think that I'd like t

hat I'll tell about Admiral Byrd-d

th his usual enthusiasm.

l have to take what's left. That's what he gets for coming late.

that the ordeal would at least be postponed, even if it could not be avoi

you call him 'Mr. McDermott'" he said.

al, miserably, thinking of wha

er, sprawled in the library, could see the streams of rain splash against the windows

n a day like this. I'm mighty anxious to get out to

Couldn't we have a story, one not in the contest, now? It wouldn't count

asked Captain Bill, looking just

t maybe you would. Seeing that yo

t will be a sort of prologue to the rest of our stories. It's

ghts?" a

lbur and Orville, and their first fl