The plane was banking now for a turn. They were going back. In a short while Bill had brought the plane down once more into the airport.
“Well, how did you like it?” he said, turning around in his pilot’s seat.
“Great!” said Bob.
But Hal was just a little sick. He said nothing, and waited for the world to settle down again.
“You sure handle the ship like you used to in the old days,” said Hank admiringly to Bill.
“She’s a great ship,” said Bill, modestly.
Hank had an idea. “Say,” he said impulsively, “how would you like to fly her while I’m in Europe?”
“Gee, Hank, I really don’t think”—began Bill. He thought, the same old Hank, always generous, always impulsive.
But Hank was going on with his plan. “Listen, I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You fly my plane. And you can fly it up to the Canadian cabin if you want to. Then a perfectly swell vacation plan won’t be entirely thrown away. How about it? The cabin is all ready to move into. They’ve been fixing it up for me. What do you say? Are you game?”
“Game?” said Bill. “Gee, I’m crazy about the idea. But I don’t see why you should do this for me.”