“That’s just the idea!” the other answered. “When things quiet down a little we can get a good big price for these machines.”
“And in the meantime,” Doran continued, “we’ll have to catch the boys if they interfere with our work. If they don’t, we’ll just pack up the stuff and fly away in the machines.”
“And the two lads at Quito?” asked the other.
“Oh,” Doran replied with a coarse laugh, “it will take them three or four days to find out where their friends are, and a couple of weeks more to get new machines, and by that time everything will be all lovely down in Peru. It seems to be working out all right!”
Jimmie felt the touch of a hand upon his shoulder and in a moment, Carl whispered in his ear:
“Do you mind the beautiful little plans they’re laying?” the boy asked.
“Cunning little plans, so far as we’re concerned!” whispered Jimmie.
“What do they mean by everything being lovely down in Peru after a couple of weeks?” asked Carl. “That sounds mysterious!”
“You may search me!” answered Jimmie. “It looks to me, though, as if the trouble started here might be merely the advance agent of the trouble supposed to exist across the Peruvian boundary.”
“I suppose,” Carl went on, “that we’re going to lie right here and let them pack up our stuff and fly away in our machines?”