"Good old Dick!" observed Billy. "I wonder where he is now."
The aviator was evidently aiming for a large open space a little
to the right and in advance of the moving column. Soon he had
reached it and landed as lightly as a feather.
"Wouldn't have broken a pane of glass if it had come down on it,"
observed Tom admiringly. "That fellow knows his business."
The aviator climbed out of his machine and came over toward the
column, which had just received the order for the ten minutes
rest, which, according to regulations, came at the end of every
hour of marching.
He was encased in heavy clothing and his face was almost concealed
by the fur-rimmed visor that he wore.
"Something about that fellow that looks familiar," remarked Billy.
"By the great horn spoon!" ejaculated Frank, "it's Dick Lever
himself."
"That's what," smiled the newcomer, as the boys surrounded him
and, with a yell, fell upon him.
There was no mistaking the warmth of the greeting, and Dick smiled
with gratification as he extricated himself from their grasp and
tried to shake hands with them all at once.
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