“Oh, it will work,” declared the inventor quickly. “Why, the gas bag, with the peculiar vapor I put into it, would lift twice as much weight as I intend to carry.”
“And you say it will not cost more than six thousand dollars to build it?” asked Jerry.
“I think I can easily do it for five thousand. That is less than you paid for your touring car, you told me.”
“Yes; with the improvements we’ve put on it the cost has run beyond that,” admitted Jerry. “Well, fellows, what do you say? Shall we use part of our income from the gold mine, and build the Comet?”
“Sure,” replied Ned quickly.
“Every time,” added Bob. “I want a trip through the air.”
“Then the next thing is to tell your folks, and get their consent to spend the money,” went on Jerry. “I have already won my mother over.”
Though the boys had a considerable sum at their disposal, from a gold mine which they had been fortunate enough to help an old prospector to discover on one of their trips, they never spent an unusual sum without obtaining the consent of their parents.
“When can you let me know?” asked Mr. Glassford somewhat anxiously.