“—and,” continued Ken, “Tha we would take care of everything.”
“Absolutely!” exclaimed one of the boys.
“We most certainly will”—that from someone else.
Eventually the boys quieted down and they sprawled around the campfire and talked aimlessly. The conversation turned to the airplane and William was asked, “How does she fly?”
“Swell. Beautifully,” was the answer.
“If we only had a ship like that!” dreamed Bobolink.
Paul lay on his back and stared at the blue sky and the stars. “If!” he muttered. “If! It’s like asking for the moon. That plane is worth at least anywhere between twenty and twenty-five thousand dollars. More I think.”
“Twenty-five thousand dollars!” exclaimed Bobolink. “Paul, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Why. You think it’s worth much more?”