You can take the road yonder, too, but that's about a mile longer." "Do you live here ?" asked Dick, curiously.
"I sleep here--me and two other hands.

We get our meals up to Mr.
Dawson's house--the man we work for." "Oh, then this is the Dawson farm ?" Dick remembered that Mr.Dawson supplied butter and eggs to the college.
"Yes, sir." "I'm glad to know that, for we need some help.

We were out in our flying machine and had to come down over there.

We'll want somebody to look after the machine until we can fix it up and take it away.

Of course we'll pay for what's done," he added.
"Oh, I heard tell of that flying machine!" exclaimed the farm hand.