had to bring that flying machine here?" went on Dick sharply, for he saw the kind of a man with whom he had to deal.
"Say, look here, if you've got any kick coming you go to the office with it," cried Jimmy Budley.
"Very well, I will. But I want to know who ordered you to bring that biplane here."
"Never mind; you go to the office and find out."
"You brought it here, didn't you?" asked Tom, who had now come up to Dick's side, along with the others.
"I ain't answering questions when I don't have to," returned the section boss, with a sneer.
"Sure he brought it here—on this flat car!" cried a man in the crowd. "Why don't you answer the young fellow straight, Jimmy?"
"This biplane belongs to my brothers and me," went on Dick, as sharply as before. "You had absolutely no right to touch it. If I wished to do so, I could have you arrested for this," he continued.
"Say, I don't allow nobody to talk to me like that!" growled the section boss. "You git out of here and see the men at the office."
"We'll not get out!" put in Tom. "This flying machine is ours and we want it."
