He nodded. “Sure,” he said. “That’s fair enough, I guess.”
Paul was the lucky one and he went up in the air for a second time. When McCarthy landed, the boys thanked him heartily. When they returned to Stanhope they all went to Bobolink’s house because he was still unable to leave his bed and they had decided to hold the meeting that afternoon in his room. When they got there, they found Bluff and Ken already present and they could hardly contain their excitement. William, impatient as well as impulsive, broke into the room, shouting, “Hey, fellows, we flew in a real airplane.”
The boys in the room were also highly excited and Bluff, who was eager to explain, stuttered so because of the exciting news, that he couldn’t talk. He cried, “A-a-a-and y-y-you n-n-n-know what—”
He was interrupted, however, by Ken, who called out, “Wait, Bluff, don’t tell them until we hear what they have to say.”
Paul demanded, “What is it you’ve got to tell us?”
Bobolink, propped up in bed, declared, “Oh, nothing, nothing much.”
But their eyes glittered so with excitement and their faces were so flushed that the new-comers could tell at a glance that there was something up.
“Say, you fellows are holding something from us; come on, tell us,” William demanded.
Ken, who was always able to keep a straight face, no matter what happened, remarked very coolly and casually, “Nothing, really. You tell us first what happened at the airport. Did you all get a ride?”
The boys grinned. “We most certainly did,” announced William.