"What about taking it back?" went on Dick.
"I've got orders to take it to any place where you want it," answered the section boss, and he looked anything but happy as he made the confession.
"Then you can run it down to Ashton," answered Dick. "Will you do it right away?"
"I guess so—I'll see," was the answer.
"What do you want me for?" asked the policeman, as he came up.
"I don't believe you'll be needed—now," answered Dick.
"It's all right, Murphy," put in Jimmy Budley, quickly. "We had a misunderstanding over orders, that's all."
"This young man told me a flying machine had been stolen," said Murphy, and nodded towards Stanley.
"It was a misunderstanding. I wasn't to blame." The section boss turned to Dick. "I'll get a freight engine to run the car with the machine down to Ashton inside of an hour."
"Very well," answered Dick. "And be careful that the biplane isn't damaged in unloading."
"She ain't much but kindlin' wood now," and the section boss smiled a trifle.
"Well, the engine is all right—and that's the
