“Well, the revolution can’t use it just now, and I can,” I returned. “So if you won’t sell it I’ll borrow it.”
“What are you going to do?” he inquired.
“I’m going to look for Joe. Those Faytans are in an ugly temper just now, and they’ll make a quick end of him if they find him.”
“Don’t be a fool, Sam,” cautioned Uncle Naboth.
“Joe can take care of himself,” added my father.
“I thought I could, too; but if Joe hadn’t tried to help me I’d be drowned by this time. Do you think I ought to desert a comrade, father?”
He looked at me thoughtfully a moment. Then he muttered as he turned away:
“Do as you like, Sam. You know best.”
I turned to Alfonso.
“How about the biplane?” I asked. “Can I borrow it, or must I steal it again?”