“Oh, thank you. If you don’t need me any more, I’ll fly back or Bob won’t leave me a smell of supper.”
“Fly away. I think by morning the bridges will be safe so we can use them, but if they are not, and you’ll pay us a visit here, I’ll be further in your debt—yours and the plane’s.”
It didn’t take long for Jim to get home, and he found that there was still plenty to eat. When he had “tanked up” comfortably, he glanced at the green emerald ring on his finger, then at his brother.
“Say, Buddy, suppose we’ll ever be lucky enough to meet that kid again?”
“I have a big hunch we will,” Bob declared with satisfaction.
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