“Oh! I don’t know, but there’s many a slip between the cup and the lip.” And that was all he would say; but Andy felt that his cousin must be thinking of something definite, to have spoken as he did.
Evening arrived. As before the boys took turns going in to meals. This time Andy insisted that his cousin be the first to break his fast.
“I’m as hungry as a wolf,” he admitted, “but all the same you’ve just got to go in first this time. We’ve got gasolene in the tank, the planes are finished, and if it was tomorrow, there’s nothing to prevent our shoving the little beauty out into the open right now, and taking a slant off over the field. However will I manage to sleep tonight, I don’t know.”
Frank, knowing the stubborn nature of his cousin, did not waste time in trying to combat his wish, but started for the house at once.
CHAPTER X.
SIGNS OF TROUBLE.
“I just knew how it would be!” said Andy, as he came in an hour later, after having eaten his dinner at the house.
Frank, who was still pottering around the aeroplane, though careful about having the lamp anywhere close to the gasolene tank attached to it, looked up.
“What’s ailing you now?” he demanded. “Got a line on that disappearing monkey wrench yet?”
“Shucks! I only wish I had,” replied his cousin. “But I was referring to what Larry told us about those bold, bad men, who cleaned out poor Leffingwell. You know he said they must be hanging around somewhere not many miles from Bloomsbury, and that the police were hunting everywhere for traces of their hangout?”
“Why, yes, I believe he did say something like that,” Frank went on. “But what’s that worrying you for? Have you got an idea you know where they’re hiding? If so, why not call police headquarters up on the phone, and let the Chief know? I’m sure he’d thank you, Andy.”