“I’m glad they weren’t hurt, anyway,” thought Dave.
The gardener went around, surveying the damage done to the greenhouses, while Dave examined the Gossamer. Our hero was agreeably surprised to find that outside of the warping of one of the wings and a twisted propeller, the machine had suffered very slight injury.
“A lucky escape,” he said to himself. “Those venturesome fellows were never nearer death than fifteen minutes ago.”
“I say, what’s this, Dashaway!”
It was Grimshaw who spoke, pale and out of breath. Equally startled and anxious, Hiram Dobbs, following him, came rushing up to the spot.
CHAPTER V
“THE RIGHT KIND”
“Oh, say, Dave, what’s happened, anyway?” burst out the irrepressible Hiram.
“You see,” observed Dave, with a sweeping wave of his hand.
“Yes, I see,” said Grimshaw. “But you never ran the Gossamer into all this!”
“No, I wasn’t the pilot on this occasion,” admitted Dave.