TAM O' THE SCOOTS
which a good machine should possess, his guns were in excellent order, his controls worked smoothly, but—
Tam was at a loss how to proceed from that "but."
He turned the nose of the "pup" to earth and planed down to the aerodrome.
Blackie left the machine he was about to take and walked across to Tam.
"Anything wrong?" he asked.
"Weel," replied Tam cautiously, "I'd no' go so far as to say that there's verra much wrong wi' the young fellow."
Blackie looked at him keenly.
"Engines—?"
Tam shook his head.
"No, they were wairking bonnily—there's nothing to complain aboot only I just felt that 'pup' an' Tam was no thinkin' the same way."
"Oh!" said Blackie.
He examined the machine, a new one, with the greatest care, tested the controls,
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