"By gum! Ye don't tell me! No wonder she acted so blamed crazy like! Any reward fer her?" And the farmer's voice betrayed a sudden interest.
"I don't know—I'll find out," answered Sam, and then consulted hastily with his brothers.
"Tell him the biplane is ours and if he will help locate it and get it to a safe place we will pay him well for his services," said Dick.
"When can we go to Rayville?"
"First thing in the morning. There's a good road, and we can make the sixteen miles in the auto in no time."
"All right," said Sam, and told Peter Marley of what had been said. The farmer agreed to remain around his house until they arrived and then do all in his power to help locate the Dartaway.
"Dick, do you think you'll be able to take that trip?" questioned Randolph Rover. "Hadn't you better remain behind? I can go with Tom and Sam if necessary."
"Oh, I'll be all right in the morning," was the reply.
"But you've got to let me and Sam run the machine," put in Tom. "No use of your doing that."
"All right," answered the eldest Rover boy.