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Rh Everything he’d told me! I tried to remember one single thing, as I realized I was being invited to solo without so much as trying a landing or take­ off myself.

I looked at the rotors over my head and the un­familiar gadgets before me on the instrument board and I began to feel exactly as I had when I made my first solo in any airplane eleven years before.

Mr. Ray stood beside the autogiro, unbuckling his parachute.

“I’ll wait for you here,” he said, indicating a small hillock in the landing field.

“Just what my first instructor said,” I thought to myself, and wondered that his words should so fit the present situation. For here I was a novice again, with all of the uncertainty of a beginner.

No other person has had so many autogiro hours as Jim Ray. He knows more about the habits of the whirligigs than anyone but the inventor. No wonder I felt self-conscious in his presence!

Thinking over the moment when the autogiro rose into the air, I am at a loss now to say whether I flew it or it flew me. I only know that suddenly I found myself peering down upon some tree tops and sailing along merrily over a country road al­most before I was aware “we” had hopped off.

Rut it doesn’t take long to become used to the autogiro, if it is handled like a regular airplane. I found that out when I came in for the first landing. I also found out there are many tricks to learn, if one wishes to get out of it, all that it is capable of.