“Thunderation, that ain’t lookin’ too good.” He took off his hat and scratched his head. “You-all got a hunch that plane’s death—as it were—wasn’t due to no natural causes?”
“That’s the way it looks.”
“All them guys that might be sore on you because of last summer at the Don’s place is working off their grudge in jail—that is—let me see, Gordon got away—the young feller I mean, en the chauffeur chap. Humph. Maybe Carl ain’t so loony. You can shoot?”
“Of course.”
“Maybe it’s mighty important that someone get up there to Carl fast as he can get. You take a set o’ irons—I’ll get ’em—one for you and one for Bob—”
“There’s another chap with us—name’s Kramer—he came with the new plane. I don’t know if he can shoot or not—”
“I’ll get three.” The man hurried off and while he was gone, Bob and the instructor returned with an arm full of mail.
“Get that red—”
“Blue,” Kramer corrected with a laugh.
“We have to do an errand for the sheriff.” By the time the officer had returned, Jim had given his companions details of what was required and they both looked rather sober at the task before them.