So others saw this mean streak in the eldest boy, but no one had time to say a word, for young Sojer, who had as keen ears as a dog, gave a sudden shout, "The Fire-Bird."
They all looked up at the hydro-plane which had come over the mountain and was whizzing and pounding above us.
"A message, a message," called Cassowary. "Captain Johnson has his blue streamer out. Now watch sharp for it."
Sure enough, a white package came dropping down right over the house as the plane flew by.
It danced along the roof, and fell in the garden.
Champ ran to pick it up, while young Sojer, who was a great pet of Captain Johnson's—the returned soldier who was in the Fire-Bird—said in a disappointed voice, "Not a single stunt—no nose dives, no spirals. I think he's mean."
"Oh! no, no," exclaimed Mrs. Devering, who was reading a letter from her husband. "Captain Johnson is taking a very sick man to a hospital in Toronto. He says there was an accident in Algonquin Park—a young man had his leg crushed and must be operated on immediately."
"Just like me," groaned poor Drunkard, who was reposing on a big cushion on the veranda.
"What a delicious way to go to a hospital," said Cassowary. "No bumps, no jolts."