The Air Patrol: A Story of the North-west FrontierStrang, Herbert
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The Air Patrol: A Story of the North-west Frontier
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Airplanes -- Juvenile fiction; British -- India -- Juvenile fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Juvenile fiction
The cliff pathway being at last completed, the boys cleared the farther
ledge of accidental obstructions, and so formed a fairly smooth surface
about sixty yards in length by half as many in breadth. While the
workmen were erecting a shed at one end of the space, the boys
themselves carried over the parts of the aeroplane, and set about
putting them together, with the assistance of Fazl the Gurkha. It was a
monoplane of a recent type, with a length of thirty feet and a span of
forty-three, the area of the main planes being about three hundred and
fifty feet. The fabric-covered fuselage was of approximately
stream-line form, deep enough forward to accommodate the pilot so that
only his head protruded above the cockpit. This was arranged to seat
two, the pilot in front, the passenger in his rear. The elevator was of
fixed monoplane design, with rotating ailerons. The engine, a
four-cylinder machine of 100 h.p., being of the water-cooled variety, a
radiator was necessary: this was incorporated with the lower sloping
front of the body. Bob had provided himself with a second carburetter,
so that paraffin could be used if petrol ran short. The landing chassis
was composed of oval section steel tubes, which ran together at two
apexes. At each of these, on a universal bearing, was a laminated spring
split into two arms at the rear, with a rubber-tyred wheel between them.
The forepart of the spring was attached by an elastic rubber shackle to
the top of the chassis, and a similar attachment connected the single
wheel with the rear-part of the machine. The material employed in the
construction of the machine was mainly wood, which was more easily
repairable than steel. Its total weight was about 1000 lbs. and its
maximum speed seventy miles an hour in still air.
It was a great day at the mine when the young airmen essayed their first
flight. Mr. Appleton had looked forward to it with a nervousness he did
his best to conceal. He had ceased to joke about the matter, and wore a
grave and thoughtful look during the week in which the boys made their
final preparations. Their enthusiastic discussion of details at
meal-times and in the evening set his nerves on edge; but he was too
wise to let his nephews see how they were distressing him, and they did
not know until long afterwards how nearly he had come to an absolute
prohibition from using their machine. Only as they left him, to try
their wings, did he venture on a word of caution.
"I say, you fellows, you’ll be careful, you know," he said.
"Of course, Uncle," said Bob. "I’ve got my certificate, remember."
"And Ditta Lal had his calculations!" he muttered.
"Well, they gave him a night out," said Lawrence, quite unconscious how
his light answer jarred upon his uncle.
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