"Any time."
"Let's get a little something to eat," said Matt, "and then I'll agree to get you to Totten inside of three hours."
"How?"
"We'll use the aëroplane."
There was a silence, then a protest from McGlory.
"Pard, you're not made of iron. You can't stand that trip, after all you've done. Sufferin' cats! Why, you're workin' every second you're runnin' the Comet! And it's the hardest kind of work, at that."
"I can do it," said Matt, looking around at the gathering dusk. "But we'll have to start before it gets too dark."
"Look at the risk!"
"We'll face it. Besides, it's not so much."
There was no arguing with Matt. He had his mind made up and was like a rock.