“Of course; and if it does manage to go I’m going to send a challenge to that Thurston chap.”
“Say, that’ll be bully!” cried Chub. “And I’m just dying to see the thing. Can’t we go over before Saturday?”
“Maybe, but it won’t be very far along before that time. A lot of the bolts and braces had to be made, and that takes time, you know. Besides, that’s only three days from now.”
“What color are you going to paint it?” asked Harry.
“Well, I’d like to have her red,” answered Dick, “but I suppose it wouldn’t do, for that’s Hammond’s color, and, besides, Thurston’s is red.”
“Paint her blue,” suggested Roy.
“Pink,” said Chub.
“I guess I’ll have her green,” Dick said. “That shows up pretty well at a distance.”
“And call her the Shamrock or the Erin Go Bragh,” laughed Roy. “What are you going to call her, by the way?”