He was a good man, but close, and never allowed a chance to make an honest cent slip by.
"All right, we'll ride," said Dick.

"The horses may come in handy for hauling the biplane,--and besides, we can't carry these ropes and hooks if we walk." So it was arranged; and a little later the party of four set off on horseback, the farmer and Tom carrying the ropes and hooks, and Sam keeping beside Dick, who looked a trifle pale in spite of his efforts to appear all right.

The knock-down blow from the flying machine had been harder than the eldest Rover boy was willing to admit.
Rocker's Woods proved to be a large patch of scrub timber, all the large trees having been cut down to feed the old saw-mill, which still stood on the bank of a good-sized stream.

The saw-mill had not been used for nine years and the timber was gradually coming up once more.
"This is exactly the way thet airship tuk," said Peter Marley, as he led the way.

"An' as she wasn't runnin' very fast I guess she must a-come down not very fur off." "I hope so," answered Dick.