Jeff decided that Dick had the right idea.
Dick watched him go along the gravel path, watched him climb to the side veranda of the big house, pausing for a moment to tell the newly installed housemaid about his recent adventure.
“I think I’ll go get some lunch,” observed Larry.
“Wait!” urged Dick, but said no more.
Mr. Everdail’s cousin, Miss Serena, evidently hearing the voices, came out on the veranda and listened.
“She’s coming out to ‘make over us,’ as she calls it.” Sandy saw the elderly, stern-faced, but kindly lady descend the steps and come rapidly toward them.
“My! My!” she called, coming closer. “What is this I hear from Jeff?”
“We had a little trouble,” Dick said. “Somehow the cable for the ‘flippers’ got jammed, but Larry got us out of the trouble like a born flyer.”
“Yes,” laughed Larry. “After Dick guessed what to do so I could work the stick.”
“Oh, I only crawled back to loosen the cable.” Dick tried to make his exploit seem unimportant. “First time I ever flew around standing on my head,” he broke into his infectious gurgle of laughter. “Sandy, did I look like a frog stuck in the mud?”