“Then why didn’t they give him a chance to pay a fine and let him go?” demanded Carl.
“Perhaps he hasn’t got money enough with him to pay the fines which may be imposed.”
“Money enough with him!” shouted Carl scornfully. “Louis Havens could buy the whole town of Monterey, and then have money enough left to make your state debt look like thirty cents!”
“Is this Havens the noted millionaire aviator?” asked the ranger.
“That’s the man!” Carl declared. “And he’ll do something to those folks back there in Monterey before he gets done with them, too!”
“I hope he will!” replied the ranger heartily.
The boys now turned their attention to the machines, and were soon ready for flight.
“Where are you going?” asked the ranger.
“Where should we be going but to Monterey?” asked Carl.
“Look here, boys,” the ranger began, “my name is Gilmore. I’m chief ranger of this district, and I know the officers at Monterey are not the kind of people you seem to think they are. Now, if you don’t mind carrying me, I’ll leave my pony in a little shack over the hill and go with you to Monterey.”