“Yes, of course,” he faltered, “where are they?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” said President Elder. “I guess everything’s here.”
Pennington made a quick survey.
“Oh, they are not here,” explained Bud. “I discovered that some days ago.”
“You’re right,” conceded Lafe. “They must have forgotten them. We’ll have to telegraph for them.”
“Telegraph nothing,” blurted the president. “We’ve no time for telegraphing. They can’t get ’em here in time. If it’s something you have to have, I guess we are stuck.”
“Perhaps,” suggested Bud, “the manufacturers expected you to make this apparatus on the ground. The ropes and automatic release block are here.”
“How can we do that?” sneered Pennington, already irritated at the turn affairs were taking.
“Very easily, I imagine,” replied Bud, “if they sent specifications. The manufacturer sent word how to build a shed and how big to make it. Didn’t they send a letter?” he asked, turning to President Elder.