||Baker Sipapu : for the lizards. Bob, the pilot, watched the boy in amusement . "I guess this is it," he said as they reached the plane. "Seems like it," agreed Jim. "I sure hate to see you go; I'll miss you." "I'll be back for hunting," Bob promised, "if not before. It's only a short flight from Kanab, and I'm sure lucky to get in on that deal. I've got everything into this plane that I own, could borrow or steal," and he looked with pride at the new Cessna 185. "I couldn't have done it even then, if Fred Andrews hadn't gone all out to help me." "He didn't lose anything," Jim spoke tartly. Bob noted the jealousy. "I know," he agreed, as Jim's face cleared. "With all the insurance his company has riding on me, I feel a little guilty to go on living." "Well, you should. And you'd better get in there and make some money to keep up the premiums. You got to have insurance to fly charters, and that's where the money is." "You're right," Bob agreed. "Which reminds me, I had better get on over to Kanab to where the charter business is. Dad took my gear over in the pickup yesterday, and he'll be pacing up and down waiting for me to come and help him unload. In the next couple of months I will get that airport in gear and then I'll come back and brag."