"I don't see how that big mouthed buzzard managed to keep it in this long, that's what gets my goat," observed Legs.
Cat grinned. "You bet I'd 'a spread it all over this U. S. A. if he hadn't made me promise to keep it on the q. t. till he got away. Said he didn't want to be pestered, and he didn't expect to ride a single 'nother kid free. See? Well, he's pulling out to-day just about this time, so I can loosen up on it. See?"
"Golly, Cat!" exclaimed Jimmy, now fully convinced and looking at the new birdman with undisguised admiration. "Say, fellow, what did it feel like?"
To his intensely absorbed scout audience, not to mention certain grown individuals on the side lines, he recounted, in his most humorous style, his varied sensations and experiences during the flight.
"Is Mr. Hardy just as good a pilot as that one?" asked Legs eagerly, after Cat was apparently on the point of exhausting his narrative.
"Big sight better," he asserted.
"How did your father get in with him?" queried Jimmy.
