“It really isn’t made for work of this kind,” argued Norman to his companion when the suggestion was made to them, “but if it’ll work in the winter in the wind and snow, as we’ve planned, I reckon we ought to be able to put it over in the park.”
“Oh, it’ll work all right,” responded Roy. “But what if it does? I never quite figured out that we were to turn ourselves into showmen.”
“Listen!” interrupted Grant at once. “You’ve got to show your goods first. It’s just the place where we may meet people who will understand what it’s good for.”
“And even then what are we going to do?” asked Roy. “Sell it to some mail or stage contractor? To some one who works in the blizzard?”
The other boy shook his head: “I don’t know,” he answered slowly, “but it’s certainly going to come in handy for some one. I don’t know of any other machine that you can run in a snowstorm or that would be any good up here in the wilderness when the bad weather comes on. They’re not going to pay us much for risking our necks, but I’m in favor of making a contract, just to see if some one doesn’t come along who’ll understand it.”
“Then,” suggested Roy with a smile, “I suppose all that’ll be left for us to do will be to sell it and go to work on another one.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” answered young Grant slowly, “there aren’t many aviators ’round here!”
“What do you mean?”
“We might get a job running it.”
The other boy’s eyes sparkled. “That settles it,” he announced. “Let’s sign up and do the best we can.”