"It'll be as right as every other part of our vehicle when we start," the wireless expert assured them; and with that they set off for the freight station.
A short distance down the street they encountered Henryson, the Norwegian pilot of a giant single-motor machine of great horsepower, and known to be capable of tremendous speed. Never a popular fellow, Henryson's cocksureness in the present contest made him more than ever disliked by his competitors in the approaching flight.
The others would have passed him with merely a nod of greeting, but Henryson showed a disposition toward conversation, and they had no alternative within the bounds of courtesy but to stop.
"Willing to put down a little money to make this flight interesting?" he asked, addressing himself particularly to Big Jack Carew.
"Nope, never bet," Carew replied good-naturedly. "But we'll make it interesting, all right, once we get started. You may be assured of that."
"Sort of proud, eh?" Henryson suggested, evidently intent upon being as nasty as possible.
"No, not proud, but awfully confident," Jack responded quietly, but with a note of distinct warning in his tone.
Henryson's answer was almost a sneer. "There are several ways of making things interesting," and he strode on past.
"I'll wager he's one of the meanest men in Canada," said Fred Bentner, turning to look after Henryson.
"Wonder what he meant by that last remark," added Don. "Sounded like a veiled threat to me."