An idea was plainly working in President Elder’s brain. He made a searching examination of the lad before him. Then he asked:
“Didn’t you and Lafe Pennington work on this airship idea together?”
Bud laughed outright.
“Hardly,” he answered, “Lafe wouldn’t work with any one. He knows too much. I worked alone.”
President Elder looked at his watch. It was just noon.
“Do you think you could put this airship together?”
“Certainly, I put my own together.”
“Bud, meet me here at one o’clock. I may have a job for you.”
While the banker’s smart rig went clattering up the brick street, Bud started for home on a run.