"We won't go by air ship," replied Matt, "unless we are very sure the conditions are right. Give me the proper conditions, and I'll guarantee no accident will happen to the Comet."
"But McGlory is scared of his life to fly in the machine," went on Cameron. "Why not leave him here and let me go with you?"
"Not in a thousand years!" clamored McGlory. "I'm going to ride in the Comet. That's flat."
"Well, the machine will carry three," proceeded Cameron. "Why not leave the Chinaman behind and take me?"
"The Comet will carry three light weights," laughed Matt. "You're too heavy, Cameron."
"That lets me out," deplored Cameron, "so far as the Comet is concerned, but I'll go by train. Maybe I'll arrive in time to be of some help."
"We may all have to go by train, lieutenant," returned Matt; "we won't know about that until to-morrow morning. For the present, though, the course is as I've marked it out."
"Well, let's go and eat," said Cameron, getting up as the notes of a bugle came to his ears. "There goes supper call. I'll hope for the best, but I'm for Burnt Creek, Matt, whether I go in the Comet or by train."
Prebbles, they found, was asleep. O'Hara was brought in to sit with him while they were at supper, and all three left the room.