HOW THE FLIGHT WAS TO BE MADE
When Sunday came, Alan, Bob and Buck were glad enough to ease up on their work. Supplies to be used on the flight were now accumulating in a corner of the setting-up room. All the boys took luncheon with President Atkinson this day. In the early afternoon the manager of the Herald got Alan on the telephone and a long talk followed. At its close Alan announced a surprising development.
“The editor,” Alan explained, “has a new proposition. I didn’t agree with him because I want to talk it over with Ned. I’ll wire him at Pittsburgh this evening and in the morning I’ll board his train and go on into the city with him. If it comes to anything you fellows will be interested.”
“And we’ve got to wait till to-morrow to know?” asked Bob.
“He wants to get up the story of the Flyer and what it’s goin’ to do, and spring it the night we get back.”
“My story?” asked Buck. “The one that wasn’t printed?”
“The real story,” added Alan nodding his head, “for I reckon you’d get a different angle on it now.”
“You’re talkin’ now,” sighed Buck. “My, but I’d like to have another chance at it.”
“The Herald may give you all the chance you want,” went on Alan, “if we agree to the plan.”
“Spit it out,” broke in Bob, his eyes dilated.