“But I thought you had a fine type of aeroplane of your own,” said Roy, wondering at this renewal of Fanning’s offer.
“So I have,” was the rejoinder, “but now that I have established my business on a paying business basis I can handle another type. You know mine is a biplane model.”
Roy nodded. He had no liking for Fanning, but the other was so effusive that he felt it was incumbent on him to meet the other lad half way, as the saying is.
“I’d like to have a look at your craft sometime,” he said.
“Not much you won’t,” rejoined Fanning, quickly, “you’ll see her on the day she wins the big prize and not before.”
“You seem to have it won already,” rejoined Roy, rather contemptuously.
“Oh, yes,” was the confident reply, “I’m going to simply fly rings round you and the rest, so you’d better take up my offer now, for after the race your Golden Butterfly stock won’t be worth a penny.”
“I’m not so certain about that,” was the answer.
“Then you won’t take up my offer. I’ll raise it another two hundred.”
Roy smiled and shook his head. Something in his refusal angered the other lad.