IN GREAT PERIL
The carnival was now in full swing, though not all the exhibits and
flying machines had arrived. There was plenty to attract attention
beside the airships, for there were several amusement enterprises on
the grounds, and the usual devices to catch the dimes and nickels of
the throng.
“Well, let’s take a look around. I guess we saw all we wanted to of
Noddy,” said Bob. “Are there any more queer machines?”
“Plenty of them,” replied Jerry, “to judge by the tents where they are
charging admission.”
“Let’s take ’em in,” suggested Ned. “We want to get all the ideas we
can.”
“Why?” inquired Andy Rush. “Are you going to build one?”
“Maybe--some day,” replied Ned.
“So you’re getting the fever too, eh?” asked Jerry with a smile.
“Well, it’s not a bad idea. I want to see the aeroplane trials. I’m
interested in them.”
“They’ll come off at ten o’clock,” said Bob, looking at a program he
had purchased. “We’ve got an hour yet, and likely more, for they’ll
never start on time.”
“Then let’s look at some more of the freaks,” suggested Jerry.
They found several odd machines housed in tents, or hastily constructed
buildings, where from ten cents to a quarter was charged for viewing
the product of some inventive brain.
One machine was merely a double bicycle, with a sort of roof overhead
made of canvas, and a motor attached, which revolved a two-bladed
propeller in front. Another was a sort of aeroplane affair, with two
propellers in the rear, and still another was the one modeled after a
flying grasshopper, shown by Morris Abernot.
The boys noticed that, as a general thing, the propeller or propellers
of all the machines were mounted in front, to pull the ships through
the air, instead of acting on a boat principle, and pushing them. But,
even with all the power that large motors could impart to the blades,
it was difficult to see how some of the machines could rise from the
earth, so heavy were they.
The boys concluded, and they were not far wrong, that the machines were
merely the output of some freakish brain, that was rather warped on the
side of air navigation. Some of the affairs had one or more correct
principles, but as for ever being practical they were so far from it as
to be laughable.
Nor did the crowd hesitate to laugh whenever it saw anything that
seemed grotesque, for some of the affairs were weird in the extreme.
There were machines built on the models of birds, fishes and insects,
which the inventors had doubtless studied with a firm belief that they
could successfully imitate nature.
Probably some of the inventors knew their machines would never leave
the earth, but, having gone to the expense of making them, they wanted
to get a little money back by charging for a sight of them. And, very
likely, the management of the carnival knew that the machines would
not work, but probably reasoned that the crowd would like to look at
them and derive some fun from the crude attempts to navigate the upper
regions.
Certainly Noddy’s efforts furnished considerable amusement, and not a
little excitement.
It was about ten o’clock when, having made the rounds of the “freaks,”
as they called them, the boys strolled toward the section devoted to
the aeroplanes. Not all of these machines had arrived yet, but several
were on hand, and it was announced that at least one inventor would
give his a trial, preparatory to the races the next day, when there
were to be competitions for prizes.
“Let’s get good places to see,” proposed Bob.
“The starting platform would be the best place,” said Jerry. “We can
get up there for a quarter each, and we’ll have a good view of how they
start and manage the planes.”
As is well known, aeroplanes need a sort of flying start in order to
become effective. They must get some distance up into the air, like a
kite, before they can sustain themselves.
Some machines accomplish this by gliding forward on wheels until they
have enough momentum to shoot upward on a plane of air, which catches
under the big wings, while others are launched from a high platform
or framework by means of men pulling on a long rope, or by weights,
springs or similar devices.
At this carnival a high platform had been erected, from which the
aeroplanes could shoot off, and once they were started the motor
operating the propellers was depended on to keep them in motion, and so
up in the air.
The platform was made quite large, to accommodate a crowd, and thither
the boys went, getting good places, as they were among the first comers.
“Say, we’ll get a fine view from up here,” declared Bob as he gazed
about.
“That’s right--see everything--watch the human birds skim about--swoop
this way and that--over our heads--up to the clouds--out of sight--down
again----”
“That’ll do, Andy,” spoke Jerry. “Save your wind; you’ll need it later.”
There were to have been tests of two aeroplanes, but at the last
minute one inventor sent word that his motor was out of order, and he
would have to postpone his trial until the afternoon. There was some
disappointment and murmuring by the crowd, but when the canvas front of
a shed near the platform opened and a curious machine was wheeled into
view, there were exclamations of satisfaction.
“They’re going to have some sort of a test, anyhow,” remarked Bob.
The aeroplane which was being wheeled toward the platform was like
many others which you boys have either seen in pictures or actually
observed. It consisted of a structure like an immense box-kite, canvas
being stretched over a bamboo frame. In front of the main part was a
smaller box-kite arrangement, that could be tilted, so as to cause the
plane to shoot upward or downward. In the rear was a triangular rudder,
and in front, below the device which governed the elevation, were two
wooden propellers, worked by a small gasolene motor amidships. There
was a sort of box in which the operator could sit.
“This machine,” announced the chairman of the arrangement committee,
“is the invention of Professor Dundlass----”
“Seems to me everybody around here is a professor,” murmured Ned.
“We’ll have to tack some titles to our names, Professor Hopkins.”
“Listen to what he says,” counseled Jerry.
“He has made successful flights with it,” went on the chairman, “and he
will now attempt another. He asks your indulgence, as in a test last
week he strained some of the guy wires and bent the rudder, but he will
do the best he can. Later he will enter a race.”
“Seems as though there was always some excuse for these airship men,”
murmured Ned. “I guess each wants to have something ready to spring on
the crowd in case his machine doesn’t work.”
But the boys were now too interested in what was going on to indulge in
much talk. They watched the inventor and his men wheel the aeroplane
to the foot of the platform, and then, by means of ropes and pulleys,
it was hoisted up to where there was a sort of inclined track, whence
it could glide off.
The machine looked as if it would work. Certainly if a big box-kite
can not only sustain itself in the air but also support heavy flags,
banners and even dummy figures, as is often done, a machine built on
the same principle, only much larger, ought to hold up a man and a
small engine.
“This is more like it,” said Jerry when Professor Dundlass was
adjusting his motor. “It’s a wonder Noddy didn’t try something like
this.”
“Oh, he wanted to be different,” observed Bob.
“Well, he was,” commented Ned dryly.
The aeroplane was now resting on its runners upon the inclined track,
which had been made very slippery with soap and grease, as are the ways
when a ship is launched. Several men were detailed to give it a push
when the inventor was ready to glide off.
But Professor Dundlass seemed in no hurry. He moved slowly about,
looking at wires here, braces there, testing his propellers with his
hand, looking at the rudder and putting some more oil on the motor.
“Oh, move the boat!” cried an impatient one.
“I go pretty soon quick now,” replied the inventor, speaking with a
German accent. “But first I must be sure I am all rights. It iss no
jokes to fall down from der clouds.”
“That’s right,” agreed the throng in a chorus, and thereafter no one
urged him to hurry.
There was a big crowd down on the ground around the platform, and as
many on that elevated place as could get upon it and still leave room
for the aeroplane. The structure was about sixty feet high.
At last the professor announced that all was in readiness. There was
not a little nervous feeling among those in the throng, for though some
had seen balloon ascensions, this was different--to see a man trust
himself to a machine that was much heavier than air.
“Now, you had betterness stant from under ven I start,” called the
inventor to those directly in front of the platform. “If I falls on you
I might hurt some of you.”
He seemed very cool, in spite of what was evidently a dangerous
undertaking that was before him. There were some final instructions to
the men who were to shove the plane off, and then the inventor, taking
his seat in the little box-like car, told one of his assistants to
start the motor. The long-bladed propellers began to whirl around so
rapidly that they looked like a yellow haze of light, and the motor,
from not being muffled, as that would have made it too heavy, made a
terrific racket.
“Shove!” cried the professor suddenly, as he yanked on a lever, and the
ten men behind the machine gave a vigorous push.
With a graceful motion, like some great, white-winged bird sailing on a
flight from the sky, the aeroplane swooped from the platform. There was
a yell from the crowd, and those who, in their enthusiasm, had gathered
beneath where it now was hovering over their heads, scrambled to get
out of the way, fearing it was falling down on them.
But with a wide sweep, the plane began to ascend. The air caught under
the forward box-kite arrangement, and the airship slid upward in a
long, graceful curve.
“He’s going up! He’s going up!” cried Jerry in his enthusiasm. “This
one works all right!”
“He’s higher than the platform now!” added Ned, and this was so,
for the man in the aeroplane was now about seventy feet above the
earth. The speed of the motor increased, to judge by the more rapidly
recurring explosions, and then, with a shift of the rudder, the
inventor changed the course of his machine.
He was now gliding broadside to the platform, and those upon it had an
excellent view. There was a great cheer to gladden the heart of the
professor.
Once more he shifted his course and made a complete circle. Then he
turned and sailed off, directly away from the platform. When several
hundred yards off he turned again, and came straight for it.
“He has it under good control,” remarked Ned. He had spoken quietly,
but so great was the silence maintained by those watching the airship
in flight that his voice almost startled him.
“He’s going to make a landing,” observed Jerry. “He’s coming right for
the platform. I wonder if he can come down safely. I should think he’d
rather land on the ground.”
They could see the inventor busy with various wheels and levers. The
device for changing the elevation of the plane was lowered. On and on
came the big affair, right for the platform.
Suddenly there came a powerful gust of wind, which was most unexpected,
as there had not been so much of a breeze before that. Those watching
the aeroplane saw it tilt to one side.
“It’s going to turn over!” cried several.
Indeed, it did seem so, for it was gliding along at an angle of
forty-five degrees. The inventor appeared to be in trouble, and was now
clinging with both hands to the sides of his little car.
There came a stronger puff of wind. The aeroplane dived downward and
then sailed upward, as does a kite when the tail is not properly
adjusted. Then, with a swoop like some gigantic eagle, hurling itself
upon its prey, the aeroplane dashed right toward the platform, which
was now thronged with people. The inventor had lost control of it in
the powerful wind that was now blowing.
“Look out! Here she comes!” was the general cry.
There was a scramble on the part of the throng to get to a place of
safety, but there was no place to go. The narrow flight of steps, more
like a ladder than anything else, leading from the ground to the top of
the platform, was jammed by those seeking to escape.
“It’s going to land right here where we are!” cried Andy Rush. “Let’s
jump off!”
“Stand still!” shouted Jerry. “If you jump you’ll be killed. Stand
still! He may get control of it again.”
But it did not seem possible, though the inventor was working
frantically to change the course of his plane, which was now almost
upon the platform, over which it appeared likely to sweep, and only a
few feet above it.
In another moment it seemed as if scores of people would be either
swept off the high place and dashed to the ground, sixty feet below, or
would be hit by the aeroplane. The motor boys and those about them were
in great peril.