"
"No, Dad, Honest Injun," protested Bob. "Only I couldn't help
overhearing that part about you going with us. Say, Dad, we'll go by
airplane, won't we?"
Mr. Temple groaned in mock dismay. "Run along," he said. "You'll drive
me crazy with that airplane business." Then, once more adjusting his
headpiece, he resumed his interrupted conversation with Mr. Hampton.
Bob returned to Frank, wearing a wide grin. "I couldn't resist putting
over that piece of propaganda," he said.
"Do you think he'll let us fly?" whispered Frank.
"Say," answered Bob scornfully, "now that Dad has decided to go along,
it's a cinch. He's as crazy about flying as Mr. Hampton is about the
radiophone."
"Ssst. Ssst," came a warning whisper, interrupting them. They swung
about to face the door into the power house. It was part-way open and
the round good-natured face of Tom Barnum, filled now with anxiety,
was framed in the opening. Tom was the mechanic-watchman. He beckoned,
and the boys tiptoed across the room and into the power house, closing
the door behind them. Old Davey, caretaker at the Hampton home, stood
there, wringing his hands.
"What is it? What's the matter?" Frank Merrick asked sharply.
"Old Davey says there's a thief up at the house," said Tom.
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