Every wire and brace on it was silvered with aluminum paint, and it even bore a small figure at its steering wheel.

Beside it the other models looked almost clumsy.
The faces of the Boy Scouts fell.
"If that machine can fly as well as she looks," said Rob to Merritt, "she wins the first prize." "Not a doubt of it," was Merritt's reply.
"Oh, well," put in Tubby, for the three inseparables were standing together, "if he can win the prize fairly, don't knock him.

He certainly has built a beautiful machine.

You've got to give him credit for that." And now, as Jack, with a triumphant smile at the glances of admiration his model excited, strode to the starting point, elbowing small boys aside, and drew from the hat, the man with the megaphone once more arose.

He held in his hand the result of the drawing and the order in which the models would fly.
"The f-i-r-s-t model to com-pete for the big p-r-ize," he bellowed, "will be that of Thomas Maloney--a Bler-i-ot!" Poor Tom might have called his machine a Bleriot, but it is doubtful if the designer of the original machine of that name would have recognized the model as having any more than a distant relationship to the famous type of monoplane.