"Depends on what?"
"Why, on whether it's a clear, still day or a stormy one."
Both Cameron and McGlory were puzzled.
"I can't see where that comes in," said the lieutenant.
"If it's a fine day, Joe and I will go to Burnt Creek with the Comet."
McGlory jumped in his chair.
"That's another time I missed the high jump!" he exclaimed. "Never once thought of the Comet."
"All roads are the same," went on Matt, "when you travel through the air. Apart from that, we can cut across lots, in the Comet, and do our forty to sixty miles an hour between here and the Missouri and Burnt Creek."
Cameron was dashed. He was eager to take part in the work of bagging Murgatroyd, and in finding Newt Prebbles.
"Suppose an accident happens to the flying machine," said he, "and you are dropped on the open prairie, fifty miles from anywhere? You wouldn't be gaining much time over the trip by train."