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Vincent, who was now as hot in Dan's favor as he had been cold,
presided at the start, and again and again went over various details
in connection with the machine, which was much dearer to him than any
child could have been. Now that his objections had been set aside by
the intervention of Mrs. Jarsell, the inventor was desperately anxious
that Dan should win the race, as such a triumph would undoubtedly show
the value of the new-fangled biplane. Not that Vincent wished for the
money, or even for the glory, but he very greatly desired to show
other inventors that he was their master. His vanity, being purely
concerned with the result of nights and days of meditation, could only
be gratified by actual proof that he had conquered the air. Not
entirely that is, for Vincent was far too thorough in his genius to
believe that Rome could be built in a day; but, at all events, he
trusted that his machine would reveal itself as the best that any man
had yet constructed. So far as that was concerned, Halliday,
accustomed to aviation, believed that the sour old man had succeeded.
"If I don't win the race, it won't be your fault, Mr. Vincent," Dan
assured him, as he stepped into the pilot's box, and, with this
farewell speech, the inventor expressed himself very well content. He
did not expect impossibilities, and he saw that the man to whom he had
entrusted his darling airship was both cool and enthusiastic,
qualities which go far toward complete success.
It was a calm day, with scarcely any wind, when Dan began his flight,
and as the biplane could easily attain sixty miles an hour he would
have had no difficulty in reaching London early in the afternoon. But
he did not make straight for the south, but circled gradually down to
Rugby, where he proposed to remain for the night. Dawdling in the air,
it was five hours before he alighted outside the town, and feeling
weary with the strain on his nerves--for the machine required
dexterous handling--he determined to rest. Without much difficulty he
found a friendly farmer, who was willing that the airship should be
housed in an empty barn for the night. When all was safe and Halliday
had arranged that no one should enter the barn, he sought out a cheap
inn on the borders of the place to rest for the night, within
watching-distance of his craft. Next morning, after breakfast, he
concluded to start again, but after a visit to the barn to see that
all was well, he returned to the inn for an hour.
It was necessary, he thought, to consider the situation and his future
plans, and he wished for solitude to do so. Owing to his fatigue, he
had not been able to think much on the previous night before sleep
overtook him.
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