“The only way we’ll find out is by going there, at night, and watching,” Larry declared.
“Not for me,” Sandy said, surprising his chums. “We were ‘kicked out’ once. If we were to be caught on the place we’d be trespassers—and if the clever news reporters are watching and don’t find anything, how can we?”
“I’m going to be too busy earning money to finish my flying lessons to bother, anyway,” Larry decided.
“Still—” Dick began, and then, looking down the street, he became alert.
“Larry! Sandy! Look who’s coming. That’s the man who flew in the ‘phib’ with Mr. Everdail—the day the yacht came in!”
“It is!” agreed Larry. “He’s coming here. I wonder what for!”
CHAPTER XXII
THE “GROUND CREW” TAKES HOLD
“Hello, boys. Remember me?”
Dick rose to meet the man, tall, quiet, and with a smile of greeting on his face that belied the creases of worry around his eyes.
“I ought to,” Larry also advanced, rather sheepishly. “I tackled you the day you floated the dory out to the cracked-up seaplane.”