"The question is, how are we going to get it?" objected Fred, businesslike as usual. "We fellows ain't got enough money."
"Yuh ought to talk to father," said Herb. "He said he'd give anything to get that rascal that's killin' our sheep. Besides," he added, laughing, "I've been digging for an aeroplane for a long time."
"Do you think he'd help us out?" asked Fly eagerly.
"I think a talk with Mr. Hawke would do a powerful lot," responded the southerner. "Cain't you-all come over Sunday afternoon? Dad's going to Santa Rita to-morrow morning to be gone till then."
"Yes, please go over and tell him what the aeroplane could do," urged Fly, anxious to realize the dream which seemed almost too good to be true.
"Sure, won't you, Mr. Hawke," chimed in Jerry.
"All of you fellows come, cain't yuh?" asked Herb.
There was a rapid fire of affirmatives.
"How about yuh, Mr. Hawke?" persisted the rancher.
"Why, of course. I'll be glad to take a ride over with the boys and meet your father."