“Bobolink,” cried Nuthin’.
“Bobolink,” repeated the major. “He’s a friend of yours, isn’t he?”
Wallace interjected, “He certainly is. He is a grand fellow, too.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” said the major. “So you tell him that just as soon as he’s recovered, to come over here and I’ll take him up for a ride.”
“Yea!” cried Nuthin’, “hooray for Major McCarthy!”
They gave the major three cheers. But William wanted to know something else. “How about us?”
“Well,” he said, “I’ll think it over.” They were now at the door of the office building. Entering, he turned around and said, “Don’t go away, now. I’ll be out right away.”
The boys squatted on the ground, with Paul and Jack in the center and the two boys were obliged to tell every detail of their experience. It took about fifteen to twenty minutes to narrate the story and when finally it was told, the boys sat back, speechless and lost in thought. William said, “Gee, I hope the major gives me a ride. I’d do anything.”
Wallace said, “Getting a ride is all very well, but what I really am interested in is to learn how to fly. I wonder if it’s hard to learn.”
“No, I don’t think so,” replied Paul. “Major McCarthy told us yesterday that it was easy to learn.”