“That’s the instrument board,” he corrected her, “and what you are pointing at is the speedometer.”
Then he explained the various workings of the instruments to her. They had reached a part of the country that was clear and level for miles, and Mason let the trim racer dart ahead in a fresh burst of speed. Josephine had her eyes glued on the dial indicator and as the hand crept slowly up she saw that they had attained a speed of over fifty miles per hour.
“Slow down,” she managed to gasp, “I can’t talk to you when you drive so fast.”
He obediently slowed the car down.
“I can promise you some exciting times when my friend Roy Purvis gets here,” he said after a long silence.
“Roy Purvis,” she repeated after him, “I never heard you mention that name before.”
“He is an old friend of mine and we used to race together before he went in for aviation. He promised me just before I left New York that he would visit me out here.”
Little did they know what a thrilling part Roy Purvis and his airplane was to play in their future lives.
The girl was deeply interested in what Mason had told her.
“That will be jolly fun,” her eyes were keenly enthusiastic. “I have never seen an airplane, I hope he comes soon.”