“Where are you from?” asked a voice in English as Glenn examined the levers to see that nothing had been removed or displaced.
“Gee!” exclaimed Jimmie. “That United States talk sounds good to me!”
The man who had spoken now turned to Jimmie and repeated his question.
“Where do you boys come from?”
“New York,” Jimmie replied.
“And you came across the Isthmus of Panama?” was the next question.
“Sure we did!” answered the boy.
“Well,” the stranger said, “my name is Bixby, Jim Bixby, and I’ve been looking for you for two days.”
“Is that so?” asked Jimmie incredulously.
“You see,” Bixby went on, “I am a dealer in automobile supplies, probably the only one doing a large business in this part of the country. Some days ago I received a telegram from Louis Havens, the millionaire aviator, saying that four pupils of his were coming this way, and advising me to take good care of you.”