“That’s good,” said Fatty. “That will save my carfare.”
“Were you ever up before?” asked Ernest.
“Never!” said Fatty, “but I won’t be afraid. I have seen a lot of close-ups of airplanes in the movies, and they are just as steady as rocks. I always thought I would like to be an aviator.”
“Well, you will love it more than ever after you have flown back to Louisville,” promised Ernest. There was something so longing and wistful in his voice that Eddie looked sharply up, but Ernest’s face was calm and guileless.
They arranged to have Fatty meet them in an hour at the Landing Field, and said good-bye.
“Are you ever afraid in the air?” asked Ernest as they walked down the street.
“Never,” said Eddie truthfully. “Why?”
“Because,” said Ernest, scanning the sky, “I am not sure that the trip home won’t be rather a rough one.”
Eddie looked at him and laughed.
“Oh, that’s it then,” he said.