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latter would, therefore, suffer nothing but inconvenience.
"But what fun do I get out of this?" lamented Frank, enviously
regarding Bob and Jack. "You fellows get all the fun and all the
glory. I ride tamely back to the ranch."
"It is hard luck, Frank," said Bob. "But your shoulder is sore and
aching from your fight last night, and I'm in better condition to
operate the plane. Besides, you know we can't take you, as the plane
will hold only three and when we get Mr. Hampton we'll have our full
complement. Some one of us has to stay behind. You've had your share
of the fun so far, anyhow, and your turn will come again."
"I don't see it," said Frank. "It looks to me as if when you rescue
Mr. Hampton the fun will all be over. But that's the way with you big
bullies. Always picking on the little fellow."
"Well, you see," said Bob mischievously, "I've got to keep you out of
danger for Della's sake. Ouch! Wow! Letup. Can't you take a joke."
For, lame shoulder notwithstanding, Frank leaped and, bowling the big
fellow out of his chair, got astride of his writhing body and began to
pummel him.
CHAPTER XXII
FLYING TO THE RESCUE
"Come on. Strip."
It was Bob talking, and the command was addressed to Morales and Von
Arnheim.
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