The Bishops pleasant and ruddy face took on the expression of a sulky child. "I really think I would much rather do no more flying at all to-day. I get worse and worse instead of better and better."
Sally recognized the expression. "Well, you've done about twenty minutes, so perhaps you are getting tired. Taxi her back to the hangars."
"I don't like taxying," said Dr. Marriott stubbornly. "I appear to have no control whatever over the machine."
"One hasn't in taxying, in aircraft like this," answered his instructor airily, "without wheel brakes."
"Then how do I get to the hangar?" asked the Bishop querulously.
"Just ooze over in the general direction of the hangar," said Sally with a gesture. "Coarse movements of the rudder. Use the stick against the turn."
The Bishop succeeded in oo
