“Why, sure’s I live, that ere is a fact, Andy,” replied the other; “but I never’d a thought it.  Moonlight fools a feller the worst kind.  I throwed a stone at a whippoor-will as was perched on the roof a-keepin’ us all awake nights, and would yuh believe me, she went right through the winder of the attic, kersmash.  Never was more surprised in my life.  And you don’t ketch me heavin’ stones by moonlight agin.”

From one subject they drifted to another.  Andy even told more or less about how Percy Carberry had hated and envied them in the past, and how often he had tried to do them a serious injury.

“Frank seems to think he will give up that mean sort of play, because we really saved his life that time we had our race to the rock on the summit of Old Thundertop, and his aeroplane was smashed there; so one of us had to carry Percy and Sandy home, bruised as they were.  But I don’t, because I know it’d take more than that to change the spots of a fellow of his kind.  And chances are, Felix, we’ll find those two boys sneaking up here before the middle of the night.”

“Wish’t they would,” chuckled the farm hand.  “You’re ready to give ’em a warm time of it, I guess, Andy.  Be as good as any old circus to me, just to see how they jump when you open up.  Let ’em come, says I. The sooner the better, too.”

Long they lay there, and talked in low tones.  Felix wanted to make the best of this glorious chance.  A new world seemed to open up to the farm hand, as he heard of the wonderful things the Bird boys had seen, and taken part in.  Perhaps ambition was beginning to awaken in the boy’s soul, and he might not after this be so satisfied to plod along in the same old rut every day of the year.  Perhaps the seed thus sown might take root, and bring him either great good or harm, as the tide of fortune chose.

“We heard as how a feller was up there to watch you boys fly not a great while ago, Andy,” he went on to say; “an’ he was so took by the way you managed things that he wanted to get you to go in with a big concern run by a boss airman; but you just up and told him you couldn’t do that same.  Was that so?”

“Why, yes, you must mean Mr. Marsh,” returned the other, modestly.  “I believe he did read some account of us that got into the papers, and was sent up here to look us up.  He was kind enough to compliment Frank on the way he made that corkscrew climb; and also on his volplane drop; said we had both of them down pretty fine; and he did hint at our having a chance to go in with his company; but of course we couldn’t think of that.  We’re too young to dream of being professional fliers yet; and besides, we’ve got to go to school again pretty soon.  So we turned the offer down.  But Mr. Marsh was mighty kind, and we liked him a heap.”

“Heard how he was watching you fly, when that little chap belonging to Cragan, the fisherman, got overboard, out in the lake; and this same gent, he saw Frank dive right off his aeroplane like a bullfrog, and save little Tommy.  That jest took him by storm, he told Mr. Quackenboss, and he meant to get you boys for his company if money could do it, but it all ended in smoke, didn’t it.”