“This here b’ilin’ weather ain’t a-goin’ ter last much longer, youngsters,” he announced, in his tremendous voice, as he was about to leave.
“You’ve got a weather eye, I s’pose,” grinned Cranny.
“I sartinly have; an’ it’s always open. So-long!”
Sam’s prediction proved to be correct. Toward evening the sky was entirely covered with grayish clouds, while a strong breeze blew over the great stretch of rolling prairie.
On the following day, as the threatening weather continued, Bob Somers decided to test his skill as an aviator under more difficult and trying conditions by making one short flight, with Tim Lovell as a passenger.
“It’s the kind of work that needs a steady hand, Dave,” he said, on landing, “but I have the hang of the thing pretty well, now.”
“I believe you could manage the ‘Ogden II’ in a hurricane,” laughed Tom.
Several days later, while all were seated around the breakfast table, the ring of the telephone broke in upon their conversation. Bob Somers sprang to answer it.
The boys immediately noted by the sound of his voice that he seemed considerably surprised.
“What is it?” demanded Cranny.