"You brought it here, didn't you?" asked Tom, who had now come up to Dick's side, along with the others.
"I ain't answering questions when I don't have to," returned the section boss, with a sneer.
"Sure he brought it here—on this flat car!" cried a man in the crowd. "Why don't you answer the young fellow straight, Jimmy?"
"This biplane belongs to my brothers and me," went on Dick, as sharply as before. "You had absolutely no right to touch it. If I wished to do so, I could have you arrested for this," he continued.
"Say, I don't allow nobody to talk to me like that!" growled the section boss. "You git out of here and see the men at the office."
"We'll not get out!" put in Tom. "This flying machine is ours and we want it."
"You'll take it right back to where you found it," added Sam. "And be careful that you don't break it worse than it is, or you'll foot the bill."
"I won't listen to you!" stormed the section boss, who was of an ugly disposition naturally and not liked in the neighborhood.
"Very well then," answered Dick. He turned to Stanley. "Will you go out and see if you can find a policeman?" he asked, loudly.
"Sure," returned the college youth, readily.