Aunt Roberta asked no further questions.
CHAPTER V
THE RUNAWAY SHIPMASTER
Frank Sanderson rode to the North River pier in a taxicab and Jim, his next older brother, who had always been a good chum of the aviator's, rode with him.
"Good of you to leave everything to see the last of me, Jim," the sandy one observed.
"By Jove, boy! I've a feeling that maybe it is the last I shall see of you. I wish you were not so headstrong, Sandy."
The latter grinned at him.
"Seems to me I've heard something like that before. But it isn't that I'm so headstrong, old chap. You'd do the same if you were in my place. I'm foot-loose——"
"How about Stella and the kids?" put in Jim wickedly.
"They are amply provided for, as you know. I shall miss the kiddies, of course—cunning little busters! But Stella——"