“But not where he got his knowledge.”
“Let that question go till you meet him, when he will make it clear. What caused the breakage of your machine?”
“Somebody chopped it up; it was done in spite.”
“Did you catch the scoundrel?”
“Catch him! no; nobody knows where he is.”
“Well, such things happen and it is all a part of the game. Suppose we go to Chesterton, and have a look at the remains; there must be some salvage which I can ship to the factory. How about the engine?”
“It is battered, but must be worth repairing.”
“If you and your friend will seat yourselves, I shall have you there in a jiffy.”
Bohunkus and Harvey climbed into the seat and adjusted themselves. Young Mitchell examined the different parts of the biplane, which was an almost exact replica of the one that had been wrecked, and then took charge of the business. At his request one of the bystanders swung the blades of the propeller around so as to start the motor, and several held on until the tugging almost drew them off their feet. Then they let go, and away sailed the second machine for Chesterton.