A low whistle floated along the wire.
"All right," answered Harris.
It seemed to Matt as though he waited in that hot telephone box for an hour, although it could not have been more than a minute or two. He was now as eager to get ahead of Jameson in the deal for the Hawk as were Ferral and Carl.
Finally the chief's voice came over the phone.
"Howdy, Matt. What can I do for you?"
"I want to buy that air ship, chief," answered Matt.
"Great Scott, boy! You haven't any money to throw away, have you?"
"I should say not, but——"
"Well, forget it. You'd have about as much use for that flying machine as a pig for two tails. Just wait a second—here's Jameson, the fellow you had out in the Hawk, waiting to talk with me. I'll call you up in a few——"
"No, wait a minute," cried Matt. "Jameson's got three thousand he's going to pay for the Hawk. I'll give thirty-five hundred, and put half the amount in your hands inside of fifteen minutes. The rest will be here as soon as I can get it from Chicago."