“In a few days they are going to leave,” said Tim Lovell.
“And we’ll have to stay in this mean old farmhouse all by ourselves,” grumbled Willie. “See here, Cran, when will you get started on your job?”
“In just a few days, Willie.”
“Gee! A nice business man Mr. Beaumont sent out here. Mr. Ogden the First is going to Border City to-morrow—says he’ll take me along.”
“What! In the aeroplane?” cried Cranny, in astonishment.
“Aeroplane nothing!”
“Afraid, eh?” grunted Tom.
“I saw the awful effect it had on Doctor Clifton. My, what paleness! What wobbly legs!”
“Haven’t I gone up a lot of times?” snapped Tom. “You needn’t talk.”
“He takes you only about twenty-eight feet high. Yes, it’s true, Cran. I’m going off in the wagon to-morrow morning.”