“You’re crazy. Workin’ all night for nothin’? Why that’s expert service, an’ it ought to be double pay, too.”
“I did it for fun,” explained Bud, with a laugh.
“Fun?” snapped the lawyer. “You wouldn’t think it so funny if you had to pay for your board and clothes.”
“I never asked you to do either,” replied Bud. “I don’t know why you do. You just took me in. If you’re tired of me, I’ll stay away. But I haven’t any money to pay you.”
“Stay away,” sneered the lawyer. “Where’d you stay? You haven’t a home.”
“Wherever there’s aeroplanes,” answered Bud calmly, “that’s my job now.”
“Still,” said the Attorney in a milder tone, “I don’t want to be hard on you. You had better come back to us until you are able to care for yourself.”
“Thank you,” answered Bud. “I hope that won’t be long.”
When his foster father had followed after Judge Pennington, Bud turned to Lafe. The latter was lying on a long packing case.