“Letter? Why, yes—I forgot that—a big letter,” exclaimed Mr. Elder, reaching into his inside pocket.
Pennington took it, glanced it over hurriedly, and exclaimed:
“Sure, here it is, sketch, measurement, and all.”
“Couldn’t I look after that?” asked Bud turning from the president to Lafe.
“That’s carpenters’ work,” answered Pennington at once. “We’ll have the carpenters see to that. They can order the stuff by ’phone at once.”
He turned again to begin the work of uncrating the aeroplane.
“How long do you figure it’s going to take to put the car together, Lafe?” asked Bud.
“I don’t know,” retorted Pennington sharply, “but I’ll get along all the faster if I’m not stopped to talk about it.”
“It ought to be done to-night, shouldn’t it?” queried Bud, turning to the president and showing no irritation.