“We—that is my sons and I—were wondering if some of you lads could do us a great favor?”
“In what way?”
“Well, the work out here is about completed, and our presence is really required at Border City. You see, there are still some details to be arranged in connection with the coming meet. Then, again, Major Carroll, who is at work on a new engine, needs help.”
Ferd spoke up. “It would take us about two weeks,” he said, “and, of course, during that time our machines and stuff out here would have to be guarded.”
“Well, we’re just the boys to do it,” began Cranny.
“The rest may be; but not you,” interrupted Willie. “The idea, Cran! I’ll write your father this very night.”
“Little busybody,” sniffed Tom.
“Mr. Clifton will think so when I get real busy with him,” said Willie, with one of his famous grins.
“You may count upon me, Mr. Ogden,” said Bob.
And all but little Willie Sloan echoed his sentiments.