"Well, what do you make of that?" demanded Roy, as soon as his
astonishment had subsided a trifle.
"Just this, that Mr. Lish Kelly thinks he can run this thing to suit
himself."
"What will we do about it?"
"For my part I wanted to compete before. I desire to more than ever
now."
"Same here."
"Maybe he was only bluffing after all."
"Maybe; but just the same I wouldn't trust him not to try to do us some
harm. As he says, his main profits come from winning the prizes offered
by the different communities."
"Humph! well, so far as that goes, I don't see why that need keep us out
of it."
"Nor I; but we've had troubles enough, and I don't want willingly to run
into any more."
"Nor I. Well, let's sleep on it. We'll decide in the morning."
"That's a good idea."
The two lads went up to bed and slept as only healthy lads can. The next
morning dawned bright and clear. There was hardly any wind. It was real
"flying" weather. The aeroplanes had been sheltered in a big shed
belonging to the hotel. Before breakfast the boys went out and looked
them over.
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