“We’ll do better than a car,” pronounced his friend. “My Loening is stabled in the hangar.”
“Gee! The amphibian!”
“That’s right. Now we’ll hunt you up some clothes, get some chow, leave that note for Osceola—and take off.”
Charlie jumped up from his chair. “But how can we? How about that gang outside?”
“Ask me something easy,” Bill suggested, and started to dress.
Chapter II
THE GETAWAY
“Pretty as a picture!” said Bill and laughed.
“A picture no artist could paint,” declared Charlie rather ruefully, studying his reflection in the mirror.
Arrayed in a jumper and sweater of Bill’s and a pair of linen trousers, converted into shorts by hacking off the legs above the knees, he made a comical picture indeed.
“I reckon,” said Bill, surveying him, “that you’ll have to go barefoot.”