“Why Allan, what’s the matter?” cried Terry as she saw his bruised face and his arm done up in a sling. “Are you hurt badly?”
“It’s nothing serious, Terry. I broke my arm. I had a set-to with Bud Hyslop and another old villain. I’ll tell you about it some other time,” returned Allan.
“Want an extra hand, Mackey Jones?” called Dan.
“Sure, climb out!” said the old man.
Dan and Syd helped Allan into the rear cockpit of Skybird. “Syd, you’re to go with Prim in The Comet. She’s to come down as soon as I’m out of the way.”
“The Comet!” cried Allan. “Terry Mapes, where did you get my plane?”
“I stole it!” she said with a toss of her head. “But that story can wait until later,—and Syd, you’d better take the controls. Prim is tired out!”
“O. K. Chief!” Syd’s brown eyes were full of fun once more as he gave a mock salute.
“And Syd, make a bee line for home. The plane is all set, gas and oil and everything. Our next stop is The Dick Mapes Flying Field!”
“That’s the best trade I ever made,” said Mackey Jones, as he pocketed the money.