Disappointed over the situation the investigators turned back down the one street of the town. The country round about was not more promising than the town; the mountain slope began on each side and, at each end, the little valley spread out at once in rough trails, rock covered undulations and jack pines. Suddenly Phil stopped and began laughing.
“I think we’re like the old woman who couldn’t find her spectacles because they were on her forehead. Here’s your startin’ place,” he exclaimed sinking his heel in the street.
“This is the public street and the only one,” said the surprised Frank.
“That’s why it’s just the thing,” answered Phil. “Look at it!”
“It’d do if it wasn’t the street,” said Frank.
“You say you could set up and start flying in the road?” broke in Mr. Mackworth.
“Sure, if they’d let us,” answered Frank.
“Hurry back and unload your apparatus,” replied Mr. Mackworth. “I’ll see to the rest.”
“It’ll be just the thing,” insisted Phil. “I’d think they’d be glad to let us use it—just for the show.”
Mr. Mackworth waved the boys forward and, knowing that he usually got what he wanted, they started on a run for the car.