Bluff stuttered, “Sure, we p-p-promise. Don’t we, b-boys?”
They all nodded and agreed. Between Paul and Jack it was decided that Paul should be the one to narrate the events of their adventurous afternoon. As he told the story, the boys gasped with amazement. And when he told them about the major’s promise to take them up into the air on the morrow, the boys were dumbfounded. Finally, the first one to regain his speech, William, exclaimed, “Gee, what luck!”
Bluff muttered mournfully, “Luck! There is no word for it. These two have all the luck in the world.”
Wallace, the sober and serious one of the twins arose. “Scouts,” he began in a dignified tone, “in view of the fact that we are all interested in aeronautics, I propose—” he hesitated and looked around to see all eyes on him. “I propose,” he continued, “that we consider ways and means to learn everything there is about flying and about airplanes.”
Nuthin’ cried, “That’s a mighty fine suggestion, but how are we going to do it?”
Paul suggested, “We might talk it over with Major McCarthy, he’s the manager of the airport and he ought to know.”
Bobolink cried, “Sure he knows and he’ll tell us too. I want to be a pilot.”
“S-s-same here,” stuttered Bluff.
“In that case,” spoke up Jack, “I guess we better postpone any further discussion until Paul and I will see Major McCarthy tomorrow. We’ll speak to him and then report back.”
“That’s swell.”