The boys saw Frank jump to his feet with an excited yell of “Hurray! We’ll get them yet.”
“He’s gone daffy, too,” exclaimed the men in the group about the aeroplane.
“Are you crazy, Frank?” seriously demanded Billy.
“The auto’s in White Willow!” shouted Frank, slapping the boy on the back.
“What?”
“That’s right. The old wireless man—I mean the wireless old man—no, I don’t—oh, what I do mean is that we’ve got to get over there in jig time. Come on, Harry, climb aboard. Bart, we’ll need you, too.”
“What, me git in that thar thing?” dubiously responded the miner. “No, sir, I’ve walked like a Christian all my days on the earth, and I ain’t goin’ to tempt Providence by flying at this time of life.”
“Hullo! hullo! what’s all this?” came a deep voice, as a big man elbowed his way through the crowd. “What’s all this about flying?”
“It’s the sheriff,” called some one.
In the meantime the big man had made his way to Frank’s side as he leaned over testing the gasolene tanks and the amount of water there was in the radiator receptacle.