“We sartinly hev, lad,” said the latter, kindly.
While Jed Warren was lowering provisions by means of his lariat, explanations were exchanged, until both parties had learned all the particulars.
“Wal, this hyar ain’t doin’ nothin’,” broke in Pete Sanderson, abruptly, at last. “Arter ye git some grub, Major, I s’picion as how ye’d like ter hit the back trail with us?”
Major Carroll’s glance rested upon Bob Somers.
“I feel confident that, with a new set of batteries, the ‘Border City’ will fly as well as ever,” he said. “Now, Somers, I almost hesitate to ask such a great favor, but the skill you have shown in handling the ‘Ogden II’ is my justification; could you——”
Bob understood, and nodded.
“Certainly, Major,” he answered. “I’ll skip over to Border City in the biplane, and bring back whatever apparatus you may need.”
“You will place us under everlasting obligations,” said Major Carroll.
“I’m going, too, Bob Somers,” announced Cranny, decidedly. “Let’s start right away.” He crooked his finger, and this significant motion catching Willie Sloan’s eye, made the boy walk some distance away from Major Carroll and Kindale.
The big lad followed him along the edge of the rocks.