CHAPTER XIII
WILLIE SHOWS HIS NERVE
The “day after to-morrow” seemed to come around very quickly, and, as is usually the case when one is leaving for any length of time, an immense number of things had to be attended to at the last moment. It was a busy morning for all, except, of course, Willie Sloan and Dave. These two had a natural aptitude for relieving themselves of work.
When the wagon had finally been loaded, the young Mexican hitched the horses to it, and the inventor and his sons were at last ready to bid a temporary good-bye to the scene of their successful labors.
“Now, Bob, don’t forget, the workshop is to be kept closed.”
Mr. Ogden, Senior, spoke in a tone which, while low, reached the ears of Willie Sloan.
“All right, sir.”
“Of course, in case any occasion to use tools arises, you have my permission to take them. Now, may I rest assured that you will exercise the same care in making flights as before?”
“Indeed you may, sir!”
“That relieves my mind.”
“Oh, ginger; the workshop is to be kept closed,” murmured Willie. “Isn’t that awful luck?”