Brent looked at her. “It did,” he agreed slowly, “and it wouldn’t take as long to repair that one as to construct a new one.”
“Could you install it in the yellow plane?” Bruce asked.
“We could do that,” Stubby said eagerly. “It’s a good idea, boss.”
“But how would you get it to the airport from the island?” Gale wanted to know.
They considered this thoughtfully; finally Bruce had a suggestion.
“David’s father has a light truck we could borrow to bring it from the wharf here,” he said. “And we could bring it across the bay by towing it with my boat. We could put the motor on a raft or something.”
“Let’s go,” Stubby said impatiently. “We ought to start on it at once.”
“But someone has to stay here,” Brent said slowly. “I think I had better. I wouldn’t be much help traveling back and forth with this lame ankle. Could you,” he asked Bruce, “get the other boys to help you?”
“Sure,” Bruce said at once. “We will go now. It won’t take so very long.”
“I’ll stay here and wait for you,” Gale proposed.