“Well, here is one who isn’t going into it,” Valerie declared vigorously and the rest laughed.
Gale was standing with Bruce while Brent warmed the engine of his Silver Arrow, the black and silver plane.
“Don’t forget you promised to take me up,” she called.
He nodded. “Going to fly your father to Quebec tonight. Perhaps we can take you along.”
Gale shivered in gleeful anticipation. That would be better than a ride merely circling the field.
“Do you think it is wise to go up with him in that?” Bruce murmured as he walked beside Gale back to town.
The fall day was sunshiny and cool and they had decided on the walk to rouse a good appetite for dinner.
“Why not?” Gale asked suspiciously.
“Well, you don’t know whether the motor is perfect or not,” he said. “Suppose something went wrong. You might crash.”
“Oh, don’t be such a Weary Willie!” Gale said impatiently. “Brent is one of the best pilots there is. Didn’t he fly that anti-toxin up to Alaska to those Eskimos last year and save hundreds of lives? If he could do that he can take us to Quebec tonight. He can handle his plane perfectly. Besides, he has already tested it.”