“Yep. It used to be a hay barn, but when I got my pilot’s license, Dad had it fixed up with a concrete floor and a tin roof. The Loening and the Ryan are both in there. Well, I don’t see anybody around. Let’s make a dash for it.”
“Gosh, that’s all I’ve been doing lately!”
“That and eating,” chuckled Bill. “On your toes, fat boy!”
He sprinted across the open space and had the hangar doors open when Charlie arrived, puffing and half-winded by his efforts to make fast time.
“Slow but sure,” teased Bill. “You’re better at tucking away chow than you are at track-work, Charles.”
“Aw, cut it out! How do you expect me to keep pace with the Navy’s star end?”
“Never mind, you did fine. Lend me a hand and we’ll wheel out the Loening.”
Charlie pointed to the monoplane. “Isn’t that a Ryan M-1?”
“Sure is. Come and get busy.”
“But that type is faster that the Loening. Why not take her?”