E-text prepared by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) Airplane Boys in the Black Woods E. J. CRAINE THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO. CLEVELAND, O. NEW YORK, N. Y. CONTENTS Airplane Boys in the Black Woods CHAPTER I. A Reception Committee A Reception Committee “Holy Clover, that fellow would make his fortune in a dairy, all right,” exclaimed Bob Caldwell glancing over the side of the plane the Flying Buddies had borrowed while the “Lark,” their own splendid machine was undergoing much needed repairs at the shop of the British hangar in Belize. “His fortune, how do you make that out?” Jim Austin demanded. “I’ll bite, let’s have the answer.” “He’d do the biting—that one tooth ought to be great to make holes in Swiss cheese!” “If I didn’t need both hands you would get a wallop that would leave you only one tooth, then you could start competition,” Austin answered. “Well,” he added as the plane came to a stop, “this sure looks as if you will find enough different kinds of vegetation, old Horticulturer, may your tribe increase.” “Sure does,” replied Bob with an eager light in his eyes as they went from one great tree or vine to another. “Wonder who dropped that one-toother down in this place.” The one-toother was a tall, emaciated, dark-skinned individual whose age, judging by the wrinkles on his body and face, was in the neighborhood of two hundred. His lips were thick, eyes
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