"You're flying in my new plane!" Roger informed her. "Which I have just purchased from Mr. Mackay. We'll leave right away, or as soon as he examines yours, so he can tell me what to send out to him here. We'll stop somewhere and phone for help."
"Roger, would you really do that?" cried Linda, in relief. "That would be wonderful!"
"A pleasure!" he said. "Now—tell us what happened to you."
"I really don't know, except that the motor acted awfully queer. But I was lucky enough to make a safe landing."
"It was just dreadful," put in Louise. "I was absolutely certain we were going to be killed. Linda was wonderful."
"She's a fine little pilot," said Ted, admiringly. "Shows she can keep her head in an emergency—and that's one of the most important things for an aviator.... Now, let's have a look at the plane."
They all went with him while he examined it.
"I'm afraid I can't fix it without some new parts, and some special tools," he said, making notes as he spoke. "But it's nothing that can't be repaired quickly. If you'll telephone our Denver field, Mr. Stillman, and read this note to the mechanic, they'll send a man out. And as soon as it's fixed, I'll pilot it to you at the ranch, Linda.... Be sure to give me the directions.... Now, have you girls had anything to eat?"
"Oh, yes, we had supper last night," answered Louise, "left over from our picnic lunch, and we even saved some fruit and some chicken for breakfast."
"Then you people might as well start," urged Ted. "No use wasting time."