"I can land almost at his door," he said, and he did, volplaning to
earth with an ease born of long practice.
To say that Dr. Hendrix was astonished when Tom dropped in on him in
this manner, would not be exactly true. The specialist was not in the
habit of receiving calls from youths in aeroplanes, but the fact was,
that Dr. Hendrix was so absorbed in his work, and thought so constantly
about it, that it took a great deal to startle him out of his usual
calm.
"And so you came for me in your aeroplane?" he asked of Tom, as he gazed
at the trim little craft. It is doubtful if he really saw it, however,
as Dr. Hendrix was just then thinking of an operation he had performed a
few hours before. "I'm sorry you had your trip for nothing," he went on.
"I'd like very much to come to your father, but didn't you get my
telegram, telling about the broken bridge? There is no way for me to get
to Shopton in time."
"Yes, there is!" cried Tom, eagerly.
"How?"
"The same way I came--in the aeroplane! Dr. Hendrix you must go back
with me! It's the only way to save my father's life.
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