“Well, don’t go to handling anything, or you might get blown up too,” advised his crony. “Hello!” he exclaimed, suddenly. “Here comes that other chap from the East—the one who arrived a few days ago—Nixon his name is. Maybe he knows something about these chaps.”
“I’ll see if I can get him to talk,” remarked Jake. “I think I’m on the right trail, and just as soon as some of the other boys get here I’ll make sure of it. They know Harvey Brill, and I don’t—only by description. Yes, I’ll see what I can get out of this Nixon chap.”
[CHAPTER XV]
OFF IN THE MOTORSHIP
“Well, Jerry, do you think we can soon give her a trial?” asked Ned.
“Yes, I think we’ll chance it to-morrow, if the weather is good. The winds are pretty high in this region, and I don’t want to run any risks until I know I’ve got the Comet well under control. But I guess we’ll have a trial flight to-morrow.”
It was about a week after their arrival in Kabspell, and the time had been occupied in reassembling their craft. The work had gone on well, and they had not been further annoyed by any visits from the man who so unexpectedly started the motor that day. True, others had sought to gain admission to the shed, but the man on guard had been told to be very strict, and no more strangers had been admitted.
“It’s queer we haven’t run across Noddy Nixon, or Bill Berry, since we arrived,” remarked Bob, as he came from the kitchen of the motorship, where he had been getting the electric stove in readiness for cooking meals when they should be aloft. The craft was still in the shed, but would soon be ready to be wheeled out and sent skyward.
“Maybe he didn’t come here after all,” suggested Ned.