"Nor I; but we've had troubles enough, and I don't want willingly to run into any more."
"Nor I. Well, let's sleep on it. We'll decide in the morning."
"That's a good idea."
The two lads went up to bed and slept as only healthy lads can. The next morning dawned bright and clear. There was hardly any wind. It was real "flying" weather. The aëroplanes had been sheltered in a big shed belonging to the hotel. Before breakfast the boys went out and looked them over. All were in good shape.
As they were coming out of the shed they were hailed by no less a personage than Mayor Hanks.
"Well," said he, "are you going to fly?"
"We think of doing so," said Roy, hesitating a little. He wanted to speak of the conduct of Lish Kelly, but on second thought he decided not to; the man might merely have had a fit of bad temper on him. His threats might have been only empty ones.
"If you're going to fly I have got some entry blanks with me," said the mayor. "I wish you'd sign 'em."
He drew out a bunch of blue papers with blanks for describing the name of the machine, its power, driver and other details.
This decided the boys.