The aviation director retired with a courteous bow. As the door closed on him, Mr. Davis turned his glance upon his two young assistants.
“Well?” he demanded with a quizzical smile.
“You have dazed me,” spoke Ben, with a wondering break in his voice. “Do you really mean it?”
“Same here,” piped in Bob. “It’s like getting a fortune all at once.”
“Oho! so you are counting on the prize already, are you?” chuckled Mr. Davis.
“Isn’t that what you expect us to do?” challenged Bob.
“I reckon it is,” assented the aviator.
“Then we will try, Mr. Davis,” said Ben, a tremor of excitement in his voice, but rare determination in his eye, “we will try hard.”
“That’s the talk,” said the aviator encouragingly. “Now then, bring that little stand close to my side.”
Ben obeyed the order.