“Tell you what I think,” he said. “It’s only mid-afternoon. Let’s get out your plane, and take a look at this place from the air.”
“I guess the old boat is working all right now,” 11 said Frank. “How about it, Bob? You know we haven’t been up for two or three weeks, Jack. Bob’s been tinkering with it. When I last saw him at work, he seemed to have the engine entirely dismantled. Looked to me as if he had enough parts for three planes. Did you get it together again, Bob?”
“Yes,” said Bob. “And she’ll fly now, boy, believe me. Well, come on,” he added, starting for the hangar, not far distant but out of sight behind the sandhills.
The others followed.
CHAPTER II
A STRANGE AIRPLANE APPEARS
From the Hampton radio station to the hangar on the Temple estate where Frank and Bob kept their plane was a short jaunt, and the ground soon was covered. Then Bob unlocked the big double doors and rolled them back, and the three trundled the plane out to the skidway where Jack spun the propeller while Bob manipulated the controls. As the machine got under way, Jack ran alongside and was helped in by Frank.
Out over the sandy landing field trundled the plane rising so quickly that Bob nodded with satisfaction. The loving work he had put in on the machine had not been wasted. It was in fine flying condition.