She looked at the planes. She knew Skybird, the little blue-and-gold amphibian. Terry had described it to her. But this other one. Where did it come from and what was the matter?
Dan Brent was standing between the trail and the flyers. Sally picked up a pebble and threw it at the boy’s foot. It struck. Dan looked in Sally’s direction, frowned, then turned carelessly away.
“Stupid!” said Sally to herself. “He’s awfully slow to take a hint.”
But Dan had understood. Thrusting his hands deep in his pockets, he sauntered away in the opposite direction, then doubled back. Sally saw his intention at last and went to meet him.
“What are those men talking about, Dan? What is their scheme?”
“They’re hatching plots. I don’t dare go near enough to catch what they are saying. I heard plenty to prove to me that they are crooks. Bud Hyslop plans to do me out of my fifty dollars. I heard him telling the other guy, that he never planned to pay more than the dollar he gave me. Said that was plenty and I could whistle for the rest.”
“And what did the other man say?” asked Sally.
“He laughed, and his squint eye looked worse than ever. I don’t like that fellow!”
“But it proves what I told you, Dan. Bud is a crook.”
“And another thing I found out, Sally. Those bank robbers are just boys, not more than eighteen or twenty years old.”