“I hope not,” replied Ben. “I think a lot of that old machine.”
Mr. Havens, after learning that Glenn’s injuries were not serious, hastened over to the aeroplane and began a careful examination of the motors.
“I think,” he said in a serious tone, “that the threads on one of the turn-buckles on one of the guy wires stripped so as to render the planes unmanageable.”
“They were unmanageable, all right!” Glenn said, rubbing the sore spots on his knees.
“Can we fix it right here?” Ben asked.
“That depends on whether we have a supply of turn-buckles,” replied Havens. “They certainly ought to be in stock somewhere.”
“Glory be!” cried Glenn. “We sure have plenty of turn-buckles!”
“Get one out, then,” the millionaire directed, “and we’ll see what we can do with it.”
The boys hunted everywhere in the tool boxes of both machines without finding what they sought.
“I know where they are!” said Glenn glumly in a moment.