“There’s more, too,” announced Mr. Dunn.
“Tell it,” said Mr. Hardy.
“Saxton is all broken up, and he is going to sell out to the Diebold people. That means a new manager, Hardy, and you’re the man.”
“Oh, dear!” said the delighted Mrs. Hardy.
“As to you, old grumbler,” Caleb Dunn hailed Mr. Davis pleasantly, “I heard you railing around about being too old to sail around in the air much longer.”
“And clumsy,” added the old aviator.
“Very well, here’s your chance: You know the aviators all along the line. The Diebold company will pay you more money than you ever earned before to sell the Hardy new model monoplane.”
“That’s a go,” declared Mr. Davis enthusiastically. “It gives me congenial employment and keeps me in touch with my old friends.”
“Of course Ben and I are independent,” observed Bob, jingling some gold coins in his pocket, “but we’d like a show at some honest employment.”
“Till school begins again,” supplemented Ben. “You know, Bob, you agreed to attend to the education feature while you had money to do it.”