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Those retreating observation planes would undoubtedly bring up air reinforcements. The barrage had already stopped. This was good for the charging Allies as well as the retreating Boches. "Buck and I have either got to get back inside our lines or fight," he thought, carefully balancing his triplane against a rising breeze. "Or we might rise higher and take another chance. One thing we have done.
Both the triplane and the engine were eventually bought for the Washington Museum; Stringfellow's earlier models, together with those constructed by him in conjunction with Henson, remain in this country in the Victoria and Albert Museum. John Stringfellow died on December 13th, 1883.
The only thing that's any good is a triplane. If mine works well and I'm sure it will I may build a quadruplane!" "I wish you luck," spoke Tom, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, you won't have any luck if you come around here any more," went on Pete Bailey. "We'll be on the watch for you fellows, now, and we'll cover this window, so you can't see in."
A speedy Boche trio which had apparently not before seen the Americans suddenly dived from a good height and the fight began all over again. In the melee of looping, side-slipping and nose-diving that ensued Bob got his big triplane headed for home and started off at high speed.
That triplane was about as formidable in appearance as any aircraft could be. It was only a two-seater, but it was armed with two machine-guns, singularly well placed. The front rapid-firer was fixed between the two supporting planes, the barrel next to the motor and parallel with it. This front gun was fired by Richardson, the pilot of the triplane, who controlled it with his right hand.
The majority of the machines were monoplanes and biplanes though one triplane was entered, and there were several "freaks" as the biplane and monoplane men called them craft of the helicopter, or the wheel type. There was also one Witzig Liore Dutilleul biplane, with three planes behind. Tom was familiar with most of these types, but occasionally he saw a new one that excited his curiosity.
"I'll get a ladder so we can climb up to the top of the fence, and look over," spoke Ned, as he and Tom went out into the yard back of his house. The fence was high up on an embankment. A little later Tom and his chum were gazing into the shop window from the ladder. "Why, it's a triplane a big triplane!" he exclaimed.
It is reported that the United States, by agreement with its Allies, is to specialize in building the light, swift scout planes, but in other shops the heavy triplane, the dreadnought of the air is expected to be the feature of 1918.
The triplane moved slowly across the ground, gathered speed, and, then, under the impulse of the powerful propellers, ran rapidly over the meadow. "Hurrah! There he goes!" cried Sam. "Yes! Now he's going to fly," proudly added Pete Bailey, the other crony of the bully.
Down on the gravel ran the assistant, followed by Byers, who saw the flare go up. In a minute a tattered triplane emerged into the light and made an easy landing not far from where the unconscious Stanley had previously been carried from his Fokker to the casual dormitory.
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