Templeton was just dozing off when from Eves there came: "I say, Bob." "What?" "You’ll have to cut into your tenner at last. Bye-bye!" During the next week they did very little "work on the land." Farmer Trenchard, impressed as usual by Templeton’s earnestness, allowed them as much leave as they wanted, and they devoted themselves during the hours of daylight to the manufacture of a glider. A journey to the nearest town and the cashing of the £10 note furnished them with the wood and the textile fabric they needed, and Templeton had sufficient skill in carpentry to fashion two wings, light enough for his purpose, yet strong enough to sustain him. His funds would not run to an electric motor, but he thought that, for his first experiments, the lengthening rod might be actuated by stout cords running over pulleys. The contrivance was finished after a week’s hard work. Tested in the farmyard, the lengthening apparatus worked smoothly; it only remained to try it in the air. Templeton had already marked a suitable spot for the trial—a sloping field some little distance from the farm, too steep for cultivation, and occupied usually by cattle fattening for Coggins, the butcher. It was enclosed by a thick hedge except at the gate, and that was kept locked, and blocked with brushwood. "I think perhaps we had better ask Coggins’s leave to use his field," suggested Templeton. "Don’t do anything of the sort," replied Eves. "We don’t want a crowd of yokels looking on. If the thing goes all right, you can invite the village to an exhibition." The morning chosen for the trial was warm and still. No danger from gusts of wind was to be anticipated. Mounting the glider on two wheels from the old tricycle, patched up for the occasion, they wheeled it up to the field and managed with some difficulty to hoist it over the gate, after having cleared a way through the obstructing brushwood. At the far end a few cattle were peacefully grazing. The well-cropped hill was a smooth inclined plane of springy turf. They carried the machine to the top. "I bag first go," said Eves. "No, I can’t agree to that," said Templeton. "You see, though I’m pretty sure it will work all right, there’s bound to be a certain risk, and as it’s my idea I ought to test it." "That’s no reason at all. Cooks never eat their own cake. Besides, if there is an accident, much better it should happen to me than you. _I’m_ not an inventor." "I still maintain——" "Oh, don’t let’s waste time. Let’s toss for it. Heads me, tails you. A use for my half-penny at last. Here goes." He spun the coin. "Heads! There you are. Now fasten the straps on my shoulders, and give me a gentle shove off."