“Is he going to?” cried Art.
“Boys,” responded Mr. Trevor softly. “Poor Bonner may never have a chance to do anything again.”
[CHAPTER X]
THE BOY SCOUTS’ FIRST SALUTE
What Mr. Trevor had just done for the boy aviator of the circus made the sympathetic lawyer even more of a hero to the Elm Street boys. The next morning the home of Art’s parents was the rallying point of nearly every one of the young Boy Scouts. The talk of these boys ran on but three things—the condition of the injured boy, the wreck of his aeroplane and the arrival of the new scout uniforms.
Art was discussing the matter of the aeroplane when Mr. Trevor, who had waited at home, visited the garage. The sick boy had not passed a bad night but the crisis had not yet been reached. There must be quiet. The boys were asked to play somewhere else.
“Can we go to McGuire’s and see his aeroplane?” asked Art.
“No,” answered Mr. Trevor positively. “It is the only fortune the boy has and his means of livelihood. I want no one to go near it or touch it until he is able to look it over.”
All day the boys discussed the possibilities of what would follow if Bonner recovered and became the Trevor chauffeur. Art had dreams he did not attempt to conceal.