“Wisdom and dignity go together.” Dave laughed, as he added: “Here he comes now, with Cranny.”
The big lad was pushing the little one in through the doorway, apparently because the latter didn’t move quite fast enough to suit him.
“Say, Somers, what do you think?” began Cranny; “Ferd says we may use the ‘Ogden II’ while they’re away at Border City.”
“Oh, Cran Beaumont,” squeaked Willie; “you mean he said Bob Somers could.”
“Well, that’s exactly the same thing. Won’t it be bully?”
“Jolly!” laughed Bob.
“And he says you’ve made good as an aviator to a surprising degree,” added Willie. “Don’t look pale under forty-three feet, I suppose. Cranny couldn’t——”
“Oh, it’s easy enough,” grumbled Cranny. “They must have some grudge against me. In two lessons I’d have been soarin’ a mile high.”
“That’s an awful long distance to fall, isn’t it, Doctor Clifton?” grinned Willie.
Tom stared hard, but made no reply.