"Do you think it will rain?" queried Sam, anxiously.
"Not with the wind from that quarter, Sam. But we may get more breeze than we want."
"Oh, we won't mind the wind a bit," declared Tom, who never wanted anything to interfere with his pleasure.
The boys had their regular classes to attend during the morning, and also one recitation after lunch. But by half-past two all were free, and after donning their aviation suits, they hurried to the shed and rolled out the Dartaway.
"Pretty breezy and no mistake," remarked Dick, as he gazed anxiously at the sky. "I don't know about this."
"Oh, don't say we can't go, Dick!" pleaded Sam.
"Maybe the breeze isn't so strong high up," came from Tom, hopefully.
"It may be stronger, Tom. We don't want to go up and get wrecked."
"Oh, the Dartaway won't get wrecked—not with that powerful engine."
Dick hesitated. He did not like that strong breeze in the least. Yet he was just as anxious as his brothers to visit the seminary and meet the girls, and let them see the biplane. And there was something even more important on his mind.
