"Yes, it's Andy's sure enough," went on Ned. "There he is in front, giving orders like a major-general, and Sam and Pete are helping him. Let's get closer."
They followed the crowd, which was thronging about the airship that Andy Foger had made. Tom had a glimpse of the machine. It was a form of triplane, with three tiers of main wings, and several other sets of planes, some stationary and some capable of being moved. There was no gas—bag feature, but amidships was a small, enclosed cabin, which evidently held the machinery, and was designed to afford living quarters. In some respects the airship was not unlike Tom's, and the young inventor could see that Andy had copied some of his ideas. But Tom cared little about this.
"Do you think it will go up?" asked Ned.
"It looks to me to be too heavy, and his propellers seem too small," answered Tom. "He's got to have a very powerful motor to make all that bulk fly."
The people were crowding in closer around the airship, for the news that Andy was to attempt a flight had spread about town.
"Now keep back—all of you!" ordered the bully, with a show of anger. "If any one damages
