Frank was laughing.
“Safe and sane, eh?” he chuckled. “Well, I reckon the aëroplane business is spreadin’. But wait till you try to get old Sam Skinner to go after the Bighorn in your ‘safe and sane’ way. He’ll probably prefer the good old Alpine way.”
“In which case,” answered Phil, “it will be up to us to educate him.”
When Mr. Mackworth’s message arrived the following morning announcing that he would be in Grand Rapids that afternoon, the boys rapidly brought every preparation to a close. At four o’clock they and Mr. Graham were at the depot with the six-cylinder. As the Eastern train drew into the train shed Mr. Graham pressed through the gate to receive his relative. The boys remained behind and in the background. Then they made out—far down the train shed among the heaps of unloaded baggage and express matter—Mr. Graham, Mr. Mackworth, two other men and Jake Green, all busy with bags, cases and boxes.
“Say,” exclaimed Phil at once. “I wonder where the Englishmen are?”
“I reckon that’s them,” answered Frank, a little skeptically however.
“What, those—? They look like New Yorkers.”
“Maybe we didn’t guess right,” suggested Frank, rubbing his chin.