“Were you scared?” Orville would be asked. “Scared?” he said with a smile. “There wasn’t time.” “It was only a flight of twelve seconds,” he would also stress later, “and it was an uncertain, wavy, creeping sort of a flight at best, but it was a real flight at last.” The machine was picked up and carried back to the starting point, after which they all took a short break to warm up inside the camp.
