comment. "Boys, I guess we'll have to pocket our share of the loss."
The next day, however, came another letter, one from a young aviator of Worcester. He wrote that he had heard that they had the wreckage for sale and if it was still on the market he would come and look at it.
"Maybe he'll give us a little more than those manufacturers offer," said Sam, hopefully.
The letter was answered, and the young aviator came on the next day, going first to inspect the remains of the Dartaway and then coming up to the college.
"Pretty well smashed," said he, to the Rover boys. "About all that is good is the motor and fittings."
"But that engine is a dandy," said Tom.
"How much do you want for the outfit as it stands?"
"I don't know," answered Dick. "The biplane cost us about three thousand dollars."
"Yes, but she's a complete wreck. All I can use is the engine—and maybe a few other things."
"Well, make an offer," put in Tom.
"I might pay three hundred dollars."
"Make it double that and the machine is yours," returned Dick.
