“So am I,” said Dick.
The boys had noted the place where they had left the two toy model planes. But when they reached the spot of course the planes were gone. At first, Teddy and his chums thought perhaps they had mistaken the place. They cast about, searching in the grass, but no planes were to be found.
“But this is the place where we left them,” insisted Joe.
“How can you tell?” Teddy wanted to know.
“Here’s a piece of paper with my name on it,” Joe answered. He picked it up out of the tall grass. “I put the paper, with my name and address on it, on my plane,” he added. “That was in case it flew a long way and I couldn’t trace it. The paper says that whoever sends me word of finding my plane will get a dollar.”
“Say, that’s a good idea!” exclaimed Teddy. “I’m going to do that to my plane.”
“So will I,” decided Dick. “But how did the paper get here when the two planes are gone?”
“I took the paper off after I found my plane,” explained Joe. “There wasn’t any need of it on the plane just now. I thought I put the paper in my pocket but it must have fallen on the ground. But, anyhow, it shows this is the place where we left our planes, Dick, doesn’t it?”
“Sure does. But where are the planes?”
“Somebody’s been here and has taken them,” Teddy said. “You would have done better to have left the paper on, Joe.”