“Where have you been?” demanded Larry. “We hunted high and low! We thought something had happened to you when we saw Jeff fly his airplane away, came here and didn’t locate you.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you. But I’ve been awfully busy.”
“Doing what, Sandy?”
“Following farmer boys down hot, sunny furrows while they picked vegetables for market, Dick.”
“Following farmer boys? What in the world for?”
“To ask them if their fathers would buy a book on family crests and have their coat of arms thrown in free.”
“Have you lost your head, Sandy?”
The youngest Sky Patrol grinned, and shook his head in question.
“No, Larry. It was an excuse to get them talking. I got the book out of Mr. Everdail’s library and used it to make them think I was a subscription agent—so I could ask questions.”
“Ask—questions?”