“Come on, Kit!” Jimmie called out softly, so as not to waken the others. “I was just wishing you’d wake up. I want you to be a good little boy, now, and watch the camp, and not associate with any more grizzly bears until I come back.”
Kit looked into the boy’s face questioningly.
“And another thing,” Jimmie went on, “when Ben and Carl wake up, advise them to go out and get a haunch of bear. You can show them where it is. Bear steak sounds mighty good to me! Only for our excitement over the discovery you made, I would have been out there long ago.”
“Where are you going?” asked Kit.
“Why,” replied Jimmie, “I’m just going out to exercise my horse. She seems to be getting a little lame standing in the stable.”
“Why can’t I go?” asked Kit.
“You’ll have to watch the camp,” Jimmie answered.
Kit stood by the machine when Jimmie pressed the starter. Instead of dropping back and clearing away, the lad bounded nimbly into the seat and looked up at Jimmie with a twisted smile on his face. By this time the Louise was well under motion, the wheels humming softly over the grass of the green bowl in which she lay.
“Jump!” cried Jimmie. “You’ve got to watch the camp, you know!”
Kit hung on tighter. The wheels of the aeroplane left the earth and the propellers whirled softly in the upper air.