The pilot smiled. “Here is my plan. If you don’t want to come along with me it is all right. I won’t think any the less of you for it. There is liable to be danger—that is the part I don’t like when it comes to you,” he said frowning at the youngsters.
“What do you want us to do?” Bruce asked, brushing aside the thought of danger.
“Take these plans to my mechanic,” Brent said immediately. “I will tell you where to meet him. You must be absolutely sure that they never leave your sight for a moment. There is too much at stake to risk losing them.”
“Is that all?” Gale asked disappointed. “That doesn’t sound very dangerous.”
He smiled. “Ah, but it might prove to be. If you were held up and robbed, which is possible, it would not be exactly safe, you know.”
“But nothing like that ever happens in Marchton,” Gale said.
“I’ll take the plans to your mechanic,” Bruce agreed. “But I don’t think Gale should go.”
“Bruce Latimer!” Gale was furious again. “Are you going to tell me what to do? I am going! Mr. Stockton asked me just as much as he did you. Don’t dare say——”
Bruce started to laugh. “All right, all right, hold on a minute. I only didn’t want you to be in any danger.”
“There isn’t a bit of danger and you know it,” Gale said, slightly mollified. “Nothing is dangerous in Marchton.”