“I’ll watch to-night,” Ben proposed, with a significant glance in the direction of the aviator.
“And look here,” Jimmie suggested, “suppose you keep a record of the changes of color over on the mountain. I believe those people are saying something with those green and red lights!”
“All right,” Ben replied, “I’ll do that.”
“I don’t suppose I’ll sleep very much to-night, anyway,” Mr. Havens said, after a pause, “so you may as well go to bed, every one of you, and I’ll wake you if anything unusual occurs.”
“I think I’d better keep awake,” Ben insisted.
Jimmie and Carl stepped to one side, ostensibly in search of dry pine for use during the night, but really to discuss this unexpected opposition to the excursion they had planned.
“We can’t go if they make such a noise about it!” Carl complained.
“Sure we can!” returned Jimmie.
“I don’t know how!” Carl grumbled.
“I can fix up a scheme to get away in the machine with the advice and consent of the multitude,” laughed the other.