“Will you?” shouted Ben eagerly.
“That’ll be fine!” declared Carl.
“Of course you can get Havens out of jail?” asked Ben.
“Of course I can,” replied Gilmore. “Unless there is a charge of murder or some other felony against the man, something which will require the action of the county court, I can get him out of that country pen in about three minutes.”
“If you do,” laughed Carl, “Havens will fix you up all right! He’s got a pull with the department at Washington, and he never forgets a friend.”
Gilmore rode his horse away to the little shack which he had mentioned and then hastened back to the Ann. In five minutes all were aboard, Gilmore riding on the Havens’ machine with Ben.
“Can you drive an aeroplane?” asked Ben.
“I surely can,” answered Gilmore, almost screaming the answer in the boy’s ear. “I had a year’s experience at the game.”
Ben nodded in appreciation of the information and turned on full speed, traveling in the direction of Monterey.
An hour later the Ann, accompanied by the Bertha, settled down on the field at Monterey from which she had been so lawlessly abducted that very morning. It was evident that the town was still excited over the incidents of the day, for the minute the flying machines appeared in the sky there was a rush for the open field.