“If they can go without getting into any scrape, yes!”
“But they’ll be sure to get into trouble,” Ben complained.
“Trouble yourself!” cried Jimmie. “I guess we can swing around this little old valley without it being necessary for you to send out a relief expedition! You act like I never saw a flying machine before!”
“Perhaps they’ll be good to-night,” Mr. Havens laughed.
The millionaire saw how set the boys were on taking the trip in the aeroplane. He rather suspected that Jimmie had mapped out the exact course to be pursued in getting permission, and laughed at the tact displayed by the little fellow. He remembered, however, the great risk the boy had taken in order to be of service to him that very night, and so decided in his favor.
“Do I go?” demanded Carl.
“Well, come along if you want to,” Jimmie answered, with apparent reluctance. “If you break your neck, don’t blame me!”
The boys passed out of the circle of light about the fire and drew the Louise out to level ground. Jimmie could hear his chum chuckling softly as they pushed and pulled together.
“Didn’t I tell you I could fix it up all right?” the boy asked.
“You’re the foxy little kid!” exclaimed Carl. “What are we going to do when we get up in the air?” he continued.