"Hop over here, fly boy," Tom told his chum. "Something hot on the griddle!"
Bud arrived in a few moments. Tom showed him the drawings and explained his plan for dodging underwater detection. He also related how Chow's remarks about the radio music had sparked the idea.
His chum slapped him on the back. "Good going, Tom!"
"Let's fly right over to Fearing and see how it works on a jetmarine!" Tom proposed enthusiastically.
Bud grinned but made no move. He stood looking at Tom, arms folded and feet wide apart.
"Well, let's go, pal!" Tom urged impatiently, puzzled by Bud's lack of response.
"What about the square dance?"
Tom stopped short, feeling like a punctured balloon. He stared in dismay at his smiling, dark-haired copilot. "Good night! I forgot again!"
With a sigh, Tom added, "You're right, of course. We sure can't let the girls down twice. But at least let's get together all the gear we'll need when we do go to Fearing."
"I guess we'll have time for that," Bud conceded with a sympathetic grin.