He ran through the crowd to the side of the wagon, which had been driven in by Farmer Ingalls.
“You dear, dear boy, I’ve heard all about it already,” cried Peggy, throwing her white arms about Roy’s neck, while Miss Prescott, whom they had picked up at the hotel, sat by, hardly knowing whether to laugh or to cry, as she expressed it later.
I am not going to describe that reunion by the side of Fanning Harding’s burned hangar, but each reader can imagine for herself what a joyous one it was.
“I know a place in town where they sell the bulliest sodas and sundaes,” cried Jimsy suddenly. “Everybody come up there in the car and we’ll celebrate!”
“In one moment, Jimsy,” said Roy. “There’s one thing still I don’t understand about this whole business, and that is this. It is clear enough that Fanning Harding was bluffing about having an aeroplane in that shed, but how was it that he made a night ascent with red and green lanterns?”
“Oh, you mean the time you saw him in the air at night, the time we went to Washington?” asked Jimsy.
“That’s it. How do you account for it?”
“Give it up,” rejoined the other lad.
“Perhaps this may help to explain it.”
Hal Homer came up carrying two much scorched lanterns he had found in the debris of the hangar. One was red, the other was green.