"What's the matter?
It's much too warm to be flying around the way you seem to have been.

Come in under this fan." He indicated an electrically driven ventilator that was whirring in a corner of the room.
"Quit your fooling, Paul," remonstrated Frank, "and read this circular.
Here." He thrust the green "dodger" he carried into the other's hand.
"What do you think of that, eh ?" demanded Frank, as Paul skimmed it with delighted eyes.
The circular contained the announcement of a lecture on aeronautics by a well-known authority on the subject who had once been a resident of Hampton.

To stimulate interest in the subject, the paper stated that a first prize of fifty dollars, a second prize of twenty-five, and a third prize of ten dollars would be given to the three lads of the town making and flying the most successful models of aeroplanes in a public competition.

To win the first prize it would be necessary for the model to fly more than two hundred feet, and not lower, except at the start and end of the flight, than fifty feet above the ground.

The second prize was for the next best flight, and the third for the model approaching the nearest to the winner of the second money.
"Now, Paul, you are an aeronautic fiend," went on Frank, "So am I, and Hiram has the fever in a mild way.