every chance. "If I can get that rudder up even a little we're safe!" he went on.
Once more he gave a terrific pull on the handle. There was a snapping sound and Tom gave a yell of delight.
"That's the stuff!" he cried. "She's moving! We're all right now!"
And the rudder had moved only just in time, for when the aeroplane was within a hundred feet of the earth the head was suddenly elevated and she glided along on a level "keel."
"Look out!" yelled Ned, for now a new danger presented. They were so near the earth that Tom had over-run his original stopping place, and now the sky racer was headed directly for Mr. Damon's house, and might crash into it.
"All right! I've got her in hand!" said the young inventor reassuringly.
Tom tilted the rudder at a sharp angle to have the air pressure act as a brake. At the same time he swerved the craft to one side so that there was no longer any danger of crashing into the house.
"Bless my" began Mr. Damon, but in the excitement he really didn't know what to bless, so he stopped short.
A moment later, feeling that the momentum had been checked enough to make it safe to land, Tom directed the craft downward again and came
