"If what you tell me about your airship is true, you can make almost daily trips for mail. At least, it would be as easy for me to keep in touch with civilization as if I had a railroad train at my disposal,"
declared Colonel Howell springing to his feet.
"But we couldn"t do that," began Norman. "Our fathers--"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I"ve an idea and I got it the minute I saw your aeroplane to-day."]
"What"s the use of all the energy you have expended on this machine?"
demanded the man earnestly. "Is it a dream or do you believe what you have told me? I"m not a millionaire, but I"m sure I could make your services to me worth while. At least you don"t need to hesitate on that score. I think you can do all you have said this machine can do. Anyway, I"ll pay you well for making the attempt, and I"ll undertake to get the consent of your fathers. Of course you can"t go without that. Would you be willing to go if I can arrange this?"
"You bet your life!" announced Roy instantly.
"It"s a pretty serious thing," began Norman, "and dangerous too--"
"Oh," broke in Colonel Howell, "then you"d rather have some one else try out your gla.s.s cage and electric stoves."
"But it"s a long way from home," went on Norman, growing red in the face.
"No farther for you than for me," explained the colonel, still laughing.
"And we"ll all go to Fort McMurray on the flatboats. If you can"t fly back you can at least do what I have done twice--walk."
"And Moosetooth and La Biche are going to run the boats?" asked Norman.
"They certainly are," answered Colonel Howell, "and if you"re interested in those things, there"ll be plenty of moose and bear and deer standin"
on the river banks waiting for a shot."
Norman looked at Roy, who was almost a picture of disgust, and then, in self-defense, he said: "I"d like to go if the folks consent. As for that car, it"ll do everything we"ve said and don"t you forget that."
Colonel Howell, apparently taking this as a surrender, caught the two boys by their shoulders and exclaimed:
"It"s gettin" late. Lock up your shop and let"s go and see what your fathers think of my project."
Elated and nervous, the boys turned and, as if under a hypnotic spell, began to push the car into the aerodrome. And once inside the little building, with set lips, as if working his courage up to that point, Norman broke the silence by saying: "I was going to make my first trip to the States this winter."
"Next summer would be a better time. Why don"t you go in style?" asked Colonel Howell. "We"ll come out in the spring and we ought to have a comfortable enough home during the bad weather. You can"t spend your money and when you get back home you can make your trip and go all over the States."
Both boys looked at him as if not knowing what to say next.
"I never hired any aviators," went on Colonel Howell, with his old smile coming back, "and I don"t know the union price of aerial operators, but I"ll give you your board and keep and three hundred dollars a month apiece while you"re with me. How does that strike you?"
"I don"t think we"ll be worth it," were the only words that Roy could find to express his dazed feelings.
"But you don"t know anything about that," said Colonel Howell promptly.
"You might easily be worth a great deal more."
While the colonel spoke, he could not help noticing Norman"s rapid calculation on the ends of his fingers.
"In April, that would be nine months," remarked Norman at last, "and that"s twenty-seven hundred dollars. We could go to France on that, Roy,"
he added suddenly. "Let"s lock up and go home."
In a few moments the excited aviators and the well-satisfied Colonel Howell emerged from the aerodrome just as young Count Zept ran up.
"Are you fellows going to stay here all night?" he exclaimed, almost out of breath. "I thought you told me you"d meet me at seven o"clock at the car. Father"s been there for a half hour. We"re waiting to take you home."
It was necessary at once to introduce Colonel Howell to young Zept. As the oil man heard the name, his face brightened anew.
"You"re not the son of Jack Zept, are you?" the colonel asked as he grasped the young man"s hand.
"John C. Zept is my father"s name," answered the Count. "He"s a horse ranchman. Do you know him?"
The colonel chuckled. "Of course," he answered hastily. "I met him on the upper Peace; shot sheep with him in "95. Forgot he lived here. If I can join you, I"d like to meet your father. You can put me down at the King George. I think," the smiling colonel added, turning to Norman and Roy, "that you boys had better go home, talk it over with your fathers, and I"ll look you up a little later in the evening."
"Anywhere you like," exclaimed the young Count, "the machine"s waiting.
Father"ll be glad to see an old friend."
CHAPTER IV
COLONEL HOWELL DISCOVERS AN OLD FRIEND IN JACK ZEPT
Although it was well after seven o"clock, it was wholly light, for in Calgary in July dusk does not come until after ten o"clock. While Norman looked at his watch to confirm the delay, Colonel Howell remarked:
"It seems good to get back to long hours again. When we get up to Fort McMurray," and he chuckled, "you boys can read your newspapers, if you can find any, out of doors after eleven o"clock."
"Fort McMurray?" broke in young Zept. "Where"s that?"
"Way up in the wilderness," responded Norman, laughing. "Looks as if we"re going to beat you into the northland."
Instantly the young Count caught Norman by the arm and stopped him.
"What are you talking about?" he demanded, his face a study in acute interest and surprise.
"Tell you later," answered Norman. "Your father"s waiting."
Far from satisfied, the exuberant young Austrian followed the others to Mr. Zept"s waiting car. He was not in error as to his father"s annoyance.
The old ranchman, a heavy cigar buried in the corner of his mouth, watched the approach of the party with a scowl. The moment he saw Colonel Howell, however, this expression politely changed. The ranchman did not at once recognize his old shooting friend but without waiting for an introduction he sprang with agility from his handsome motor.
It required but a word, however, for him to place the stranger and then the delay was forgotten. The joviality of the veteran horse raiser took the place of his petulance and, ignoring the young men, the old friends stood arm in arm for ten minutes recounting the past. The result was inevitable. After Colonel Howell had been catechised as to his present location and plans, he could not refuse an invitation to pa.s.s the remainder of his short stay in Calgary at the Zept home.
When the two men at last took the rear seat in the car, Norman and Roy in front of them, and Paul seated alongside the chauffeur, orders were given to drive to the King George.
Avoiding the traffic streets and trolley lines, the big car was turned south through the suburban hills. In the meantime, Paul had lost no opportunity to probe into the mystery of Norman"s remark. In return, Norman had rapidly sketched an outline of Colonel Howell"s proposition and of the present situation. Norman"s rapid words seemed at first to have rather a depressing effect on young Zept, and then, when the whole idea had been put before him, his usual animation rose to what was almost excitement.
No sooner had the motor found its way into the broad suburban streets, than Paul almost sprang over the seat back and in a moment had located himself between his father and Colonel Howell on the rear seat.
"Father," he began impulsively, interrupting some old-time talk, "do you know that Mr. Grant and Mr. Moulton are going to Fort McMurray with Colonel Howell?"