"He can't make any fuss now. He's got to take his machine out to fly it, and anybody that wants to can look on. Didn't he watch you make flights often enough?"
"That's so. Where is the trial flight going to take place?"
"In the big meadow. Come on over."
"Guess I will. I can't do much more now. I've been getting some boxes and crates made in which to pack the Red Cloud. I'll have to take her all apart."
"Then you're really going to hunt for the valley of gold?"
"Sure thing. How about you going, Ned? I spoke to dad about it, and he said he'd see that you could have a leave of absence."
"Yes, that part's all right. The bank president told me to—day I could take a vacation any time I wanted it. In fact that's what I came over to see you about. I want to thank your father."
"Then you're going?"
"I sure am, Tom! Won't it be great! I hope I can get a little gold for myself! My folks didn't take very much to the notion of me going off in an airship, but I told them how often you'd gone on trips, and come safely back, so they finally gave their consent. When are you going to start?"
