THE MEETING
Peddling back to town, their minds were in the clouds. Each one was
thinking how wonderful it would be to learn to fly, to be a pilot and
fly all over the country, perhaps all over the world. And when they
thought of the adventure that was in store for them, their hearts
swelled with joy and their pulses missed a couple of beats. Paul, who
was riding behind, pulled up alongside of his chum, and asked, “Do you
think we ought to tell the boys about it?”
“You mean about our coming over here?” Jack queried.
“Yes.”
“Why not? They would certainly be very much interested and there’s no
reason why we can’t tell them.”
Paul mused for a moment. Then he said, “But if we tell them that the
Major promised to take us up tomorrow, then the whole gang will come
out here and want to be taken up. Then perhaps he won’t take any one of
us up.”
“I never thought of that,” Jack said. “But then I suppose—” He didn’t
finish his sentence because he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want
to hold anything back from the boys, yet he thought it was rather
selfish on his part not to let them in on it. The same thoughts were
going through Paul’s head. They were both fine chaps and ready to share
with their friends not only their thoughts, adventures but even their
most personal things. But the idea of going up in the air, of actually
flying in a real airplane, stunned them. And they naturally hated to be
deprived of their forthcoming joyous adventure. Finally, Jack said, “I
don’t know, but I think we ought to tell them.”
Paul’s face lit up. “That’s just what I was thinking,” he told his chum.
That off their chests, they wheeled into town briskly. On Main Street,
they caught sight of Arline Blair. They jumped off their bikes as they
pulled up alongside of her. “Hello, Arline,” both boys cried out.
She was about a year younger than the boys and one of the prettiest
girls in town. “Hello,” she said. “Where are you boys coming from?
You’re so flushed and look so happy, I wonder what you fellows were up
to.”
“We were over to the airport,” Paul told her.
“Really?” She opened her eyes wide with astonishment.
Jack blurted out, “Sure. And we’re going to learn how to fly and be
pilots.”
“Both of us,” added Paul.
Arline pursed her lips. “Isn’t it glorious just to think of it!” she
remarked.
The boys stuck their chests out. “It certainly is,” both agreed.
Paul asked, “Which way are you going, Arline?”
“Home.”
“Take you there on my handle bars.”
Jack interrupted, “Perhaps Miss Blair would prefer to ride on my handle
bars.”
Arline shook her head. “No. It isn’t very nice for a young lady to ride
on handle bars,” she remarked coolly.
“But you used to do it and like it too,” insisted Paul.
“Yes, that’s right,” echoed Jack, “you used to ask me to give you
rides.”
Miss Blair raised her chin several inches. “My childhood days are over,
gentlemen. Good day Mr. Morrison, and you, Mr. Stormways.” And with
that continued her walk down the street, every inch of her a queen.
Jack and Paul looked at each other puzzled, speechless. Paul shrugged
his shoulders and put his hand out. Seriously and affectionately they
shook hands, jumped on their bikes and were off again.
When the two boys arrived at the meeting place, they found their chums,
members of their Patrol, waiting for them. All were dressed in Scout
uniforms. The Carberry twins—Wallace and William—were there; so were
Bluff Shipley, Bobolink (Robert Oliver Link), Nuthin’ (Albert Cypher),
and Ken Armstrong. Just as soon as Paul and Jack came in sight, the
boys set up a howl. “Hey, where have you guys been?”
“We’ve been waiting an hour for you fellows.”
“What’s the idea of keeping us waiting like this?”
“You fellows must be up to some mischief.”
Paul and Jack looked at each other and smiled. Paul held up his hand
and the boys quieted down considerably. “Would you care to know where
we’ve been?”
“Of course.”
“Certainly.”
“Come on, Paul, tell us.”
“Hey, Jack, don’t hold back on us.”
Jack, to tantalize his friends, turned to Paul and asked, “Do you think
we ought to tell them?”
“Hey, how do you get that way?”
Wallace began jumping up and down. “You better tell us,” he cried, “or
we’ll roast you.”
“Roast them, that’s it,” echoed Bobolink.
Paul held up his hand and the boys quieted down. “We’ve been over to
the airport,” he announced.
Bedlam broke loose, the boys were so thrilled and excited. So many
questions were hurled at the two boys that they stuck their fingers
into their ears and turned away. When the boys finally quieted down
again, Paul said, “If you promise to keep order, we’ll tell you about
it.”
Bluff stuttered, “Sure, we p-p-promise. Don’t we, b-boys?”
They all nodded and agreed. Between Paul and Jack it was decided that
Paul should be the one to narrate the events of their adventurous
afternoon. As he told the story, the boys gasped with amazement. And
when he told them about the major’s promise to take them up into the
air on the morrow, the boys were dumbfounded. Finally, the first one to
regain his speech, William, exclaimed, “Gee, what luck!”
Bluff muttered mournfully, “Luck! There is no word for it. These two
have all the luck in the world.”
Wallace, the sober and serious one of the twins arose. “Scouts,”
he began in a dignified tone, “in view of the fact that we are all
interested in aeronautics, I propose—” he hesitated and looked around
to see all eyes on him. “I propose,” he continued, “that we consider
ways and means to learn everything there is about flying and about
airplanes.”
Nuthin’ cried, “That’s a mighty fine suggestion, but how are we going
to do it?”
Paul suggested, “We might talk it over with Major McCarthy, he’s the
manager of the airport and he ought to know.”
Bobolink cried, “Sure he knows and he’ll tell us too. I want to be a
pilot.”
“S-s-same here,” stuttered Bluff.
“In that case,” spoke up Jack, “I guess we better postpone any further
discussion until Paul and I will see Major McCarthy tomorrow. We’ll
speak to him and then report back.”
“That’s swell.”
“Okey.”
“That’s the right idea.”
Paul asked, “Is everybody agreed?” All the boys nodded. “Then the
meeting is adjourned until tomorrow,” he concluded.