“How much gas did you put on?” he asked.
“Ten thousand feet,” said David promptly.
“Did they varnish the propellers?”
“Yes, sir. Everything is in order. We could start in ten minutes if necessary.”
“I think we will go shortly after ten. Most of these people whom we know, with a million or so more, want to meet us at the field and say Auf Wiedersehen, so we must not go ahead of time.”
“We have had a great reception, haven’t we?” said David. “To a shy little country boy like me, it has been rather overwhelming.”
“Huh!” said Mr. Hammond, “I’m reeling in my tracks. By the way, when have you seen Florsheim?”
“I was up at the hospital early this morning, and once yesterday. I will go say good-bye before I leave for the field. What rotten luck that was, wasn’t it?”
“A mean break,” agreed Mr. Hammond.
“I think poor Florsheim feels pretty low over it. He is enough better now to think a little.”