“Well I’ll leave you for a while,” said Mr. Nichols at length, when he had explained to the boys some of the details of the meet which was to open officially in two days. “I’ll see you later.”
“Oh, by the way,” began Jerry, “have you another craft here from our city—Cresville?”
“Yes, I believe there is an entrant from there,” replied the secretary. “It’s a big biplane—a very good craft too. Run by a fellow named Dixon, I think.”
“Isn’t it Nixon?” asked Ned.
“You’re right—I believe it is.”
“Is he here now?” asked Bob.
“Well he was, but if I’m not mistaken I believe he and his partner—a Mr. Apple I think it is——”
“I guess you mean Berry,” interposed Bob.
“You’re right, it is Berry. I am poor at remembering names. Nixon and Berry went out for a spin. They just got their machine together to-day.”
“I’m glad we didn’t take ours apart,” spoke up Ned. “We saved a lot of time.”