"It won't be many moons before we have it now," responded the aviator. "I've ordered all the supplies, and I telegraphed to New York this morning so they'd make an extra special rush on that bamboo."
"How many will it carry?" asked Jerry. "Can we all go?"
"I'm figuring on using a special patent of my own," said Hawke. "I have a certain device which I have worked out which will so equalize the balance that I believe I can carry six in safety. Ordinarily, three is about the limit."
"Gee, I'm glad of that," put in Herb. "I'd like to have all the fellows on."
"You'll all have plenty of it, turn about," said Hawke. "Besides, I'm not saying anything, but I believe, when I get to work on the thing, I can fix it so we can take more. But I don't want to hold out any false hopes."
"Do you think we can build it in two weeks?" asked Jerry. "That seems pretty good for amateurs."
"Not for such energetic young fellows as you," responded Hawke, smiling. "And there's enough of us, if we all work hard."
"I'll work hard, all right—we all will," exclaimed Tender Gray.
"You bet," chimed in Dunk.
They had come to a rather difficult climbing place, and had to depend a good deal on their sticks as boosters. By catching hold of shrubs and pushing one another, they finally gained the top of a rather high point, with almost perpendicular ascent.