“All right; bring me back an elephant.”
Bunk had learned that in a verbal duel with Harvey he was always sure to get the worst of it, and he did not venture any reply to the last remark. With an angry sniff he stalked to the porch, dropped into one of the chairs there, crossed his legs and scowlingly watched the actions of his old friend.
Little did Harvey Hamilton dream what the result would be of this brief and somewhat hot exchange of words.
Convinced that the angry fellow would speedily regain his natural good humor, Harvey gave him no further thought. He made a careful examination of his aeroplane, and was relieved to find, so far as he could discover, that it had suffered no harm and was as good as ever.
He was anxious now to meet Detective Pendar, for he had important news for him, but the man was nowhere in sight nor could the youth tell where to look for him.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
FIRED ON BY THE KIDNAPPERS.
When glancing around in quest of Detective Pendar, Harvey Hamilton failed to look behind him. Some one touched his shoulder, as he stood beside his aeroplane. Glancing back, there was his man.
The time for them to be strangers to each other had passed. Pendar asked crisply:
“How did you make out?”
“I found the spot.”