"How much do you want for the outfit as it stands?"
"I don't know," answered Dick. "The biplane cost us about three thousand dollars."
"Yes, but she's a complete wreck. All I can use is the engine—and maybe a few other things."
"Well, make an offer," put in Tom.
"I might pay three hundred dollars."
"Make it double that and the machine is yours," returned Dick.
"No, it wouldn't be worth six hundred dollars to me," answered the young aviator.
A discussion lasting the best part of half an hour ensued. The aviator went up to four hundred dollars and then to four hundred and fifty. Finally, Dick said he would accept five hundred dollars cash; and the bargain was concluded at that figure. The money was paid over, and the Rover boys gave the purchaser a bill of sale, and he departed without delay, stating he wished to make arrangements for shipping the wrecked biplane away.
"Not so bad, after all," declared Dick, when the brothers were alone.
"It's very good," put in Tom.