“Oh, it’s all right now, Mr. Elder. We’ll get along fine together, and you can go home and rest in peace. We’ll deliver the machine on time,” began Bud enthusiastically. “You won’t disappoint the people.”
“Did Mr. Dare come?” asked Lafe, already greatly relieved in getting out of his mess so easily.
Mr. Elder shook his head.
“No. And I ain’t countin’ on him now. Looks like we won’t need him.”
“How’s that?” asked Lafe, puzzled.
“If it comes to the worst, Bud says he can fly the thing.”
“Bud?”
“Why not? I’m sort o’ persuaded he can. I’m goin’ to see the directors about it to-night. He’s willing to try.”
Lafe’s face turned red and white with anger and surprise. He stammered and trembled.