“And H. H. is Harry Hulbert. Oh, Dora, think of our meeting Patsy’s aviator.” Mary’s eyes were shining with excitement.
Jerry could not help hearing Dora’s reply. “Not Patsy’s!” was said teasingly. “Remember this young hero was chosen for you.”
“Oh, silly!” Mary retorted, but her rebuke did not seem to be voicing displeasure.
“Move back! Move back everyone! Scuttle! Five seconds to clear this square!” Cowmen on horseback were acting as mounted police and were so effective that in short order the big square was vacant and ready for the landing.
CHAPTER XXIII
A SILVER PLANE
There was an almost breathless silence for a moment as the small silver plane swooped gracefully down and made an easy landing; then the enthusiasm of the crowd burst forth in shouts of welcome.
“Say, Kid, you’re all right!”
“That’s the kind of a cayuse to be riding!”
“A silver airship for the silver city!”
“Hurrah for the skidder of the skies!”