"No, but I know my rights," returned Dick, promptly.
CHAPTER VI
THE MISSING BIPLANE
For a moment there was silence. The lawyer and the doctor who represented the railroad company looked from one to another of the Rover boys.
"Pretty shrewd, aren't you?" said the lawyer, finally.
"We have to be—in dealing with a railroad company," answered Dick, bluntly. "Now let us get to business—if that is what you came for," he continued. "We might put in a big claim for damages, and I think a jury would sustain our claim. But we want to do what is fair. The question then is, Do you want to do what is fair?"
"Why, yes, of course," returned Belright Fogg, but he did not say it very cordially.
"Very well then. That flying machine cost us twenty-eight hundred dollars new and we have spent over two hundred dollars on improvements, so when she was smashed she was worth at least three thousand dollars."
"But you can save something, can't you?" gut in the lawyer.
"Perhaps we can save the engine, and a dealer in second-hand machinery may give a hundred dollars for it. Now what I propose is this: You pay for half the value of the biplane and we'll call it square."