“Talk about the nerve o’ them cowboys! Why, they haven’t any. We’ve jollied them a bit, but couldn’t even get one to say he’d go up. They make me tired.”
“Their courage is of a different kind,” laughed Bob. “Did some one call?”
“It’s the boss. All right, Major!” yelled Kindale. “Oh, you’re welcome, Bob. It’s easier talkin’ than workin’; I’d like to keep it up. Comin’, Major. Wish to thunder he wasn’t always in such an awful rush.”
At the bottom of the gangplank stood Major Carroll and Mr. Ogden.
“How do you like it, young man?” asked the former.
“It’s simply great,” answered Bob, enthusiastically. “Never expected to see anything half so fine.”
“Well, come over some day when we’re going up, and I’ll take you along as a passenger.” And, without waiting to hear Bob’s thanks, he added, turning to his assistant, “Kindale, I’ve got a new idea—a good one, Mr. Ogden thinks. Come right along.”
Kindale, with something that sounded like a deep sigh, thereupon walked abruptly away.
A couple of cow-punchers and numerous residents of Border City were on hand to watch Mr. Ogden and his passenger take their places in the aeroplane.
“I wouldn’t go in that thing for a million dollars,” said one of the former.