[CHAPTER VII]
CAPTAIN LUDINGTON TALKS OF BIG GAME
The boys retired into a corner of the aërodrome and gazed at each other open-mouthed.
“Special car!” whispered Frank, tiptoeing as if afraid something might break the spell.
“Private,” added Phil, his lips apart.
“I thought only millionaires and railroad presidents rode in private cars,” went on Frank.
“Well,” whispered Phil, “ain’t your uncle a millionaire?”
“Millionaire?” repeated Frank. “What? Uncle Guy? I never heard he was. Is he?”
“The boys at the factory say he owns miles of pine timber all over the south. Anyway, I reckon he can have a private car if he wants it.”