“Will you go with me?”
The young aviator cleverly parried the stroke. Assuming a coy expression he laughed:
“This is so sudden, Professor.”
Then he removed his eyes from the face of the man and looked down to the ground as if considering the question.
“Wouldn’t that be glorious? Will you really let me go with you?”
“I’ll start this minute if you will be my companion.”
“Confound it!” exclaimed Harvey impatiently, as if angered at the thought; “that brother of mine—the fellow with the Winchester who treated you so mean—will be sure to put in his oar. He is very fond of using that rifle of his and he shoots mighty straight.”
“What of that? We can rise far beyond range of his weapon.”
“And then, there are my father and mother; I don’t want the governor to have an excuse for bringing out that hickory gad in the woodshed.”
“Why will he object?”