“Return it to the owner.”
“Of course, but how are you going to get it to him?”
“I’ll find a way,” replied Dave thoughtfully. “He will be pretty glad to get back that medal.”
“I should think so, too.”
Dave carefully replaced the pocket book in the sweater, rolled it up, and stowed it in the corner of the seat space. Then he took up the lines and started up Dobbin, both he and Ned walking along beside the wagon.
Ned had been dazzled with the sight of the valuable contents of the sweater bundle, and could talk of nothing else. Dave let him talk, and did not say much. He had the broken wagon and a thought of the way that mishap would stir up his guardian on his mind, and it was not a very pleasant thing to think about. At the same time, Dave had a vague glimmering idea that events were framing up that brought him in closer touch all the time with aeronautics.
“Say, Dave, I’ll go home with you if you like,” suggested Ned, as they neared the Towner place.
“Thank you, Ned, but I don’t think you had better.”
“I could help you put up the horse and all that, you know.”
“No,” responded Dave definitely. “There’s a storm to face, and I might just as well face it alone and have it over with.”