“Oh, nothing can be done with that pile of junk. You boys might as well burn the wood and tote the steel framework into your blacksmith shop.”
“Are you going to quit flying?” asked Byron Bowler.
Mr. Miles looked with keen amusement at the last questioner and replied with a wink:
“Do I look like a quitter?”
He surely didn’t, although forced to stop for several weeks with some broken bones. Miles was a sturdy, determined-looking man, with firm-set jaw and clear bright eye that gave no hint of hesitation.
“What you going to do? Buy another airship?” Byron persisted.
“I’ve bought one already.”
“You have!” eagerly exclaimed several of the boys. “Where is it?” one of them continued.
“It’s on its way out here.”
“Out here!”