However, Major McCarthy and two of his mechanics pushed their way through the crowd. Without stopping to greet them, he called upon the boys to help clear a path to wheel the plane into one of the hangars. “It is much safer than leaving it out here,” he added.
The boys fell to and the machine was stored away. Then they had a hard time getting through to the office. Most of the boys were angry rather than pleased by the reception. “I wish I knew what this is all about,” demanded Ken.
The Major smiled. “Perhaps you are not aware of it,” he informed them, “but you are heroes.”
“Heroes!” exclaimed Bobolink. “What kind of heroes?”
McCarthy shrugged his shoulders, “I couldn’t tell you what kind. Just plain heroes, I guess.”
Nuthin’ waved the suggestion of heroism away. He had a word for it. “Phooey!” he muttered under his breath.
“But how did the news get out, that is something I should be interested to know.”—that from Paul.
“I guess the police couldn’t keep it from prying reporters,” mumbled the government agent.
“Let’s forget it and go home,” remarked Jack.