"By the time we go camping I'll know a cat track from a squirrel's, or never put a detector on my head again." Piloted by Frank, the two young scouts made their way to the office of the local paper, which had already placed a large bulletin announcing the aeroplane model competition in its window.

Quite a crowd was gathered, reading the details, as the three boys entered.
They applied for their application blanks and walked over to a desk to fill them out.

As they were hard at work at this, Jack Curtiss and his two chums entered the office.
"You going into this, too ?" asked the proprietor of the paper, Ephraim Parkhurst, as Jack loudly demanded two blanks.
"Sure," responded Jack confidently, "and we are going to win it, too.
Hullo," he exclaimed, as his eyes fell on the younger lads, "those kids are after the prize, too.

Why, what would they do with fifty dollars if they had it?
However, there's not much chance of your winning anything," he added, coming up close to the boys, with a sneer on his face.

"I think that I've got it cinched." "I didn't know that you knew anything about aeroplanes," responded Paul quietly.