“Ev’rything lovely, an’ the goose flyin’ high, ole hoss?”
“We’re going to kick off right away; and so far the coast seems clear.”
CHAPTER VI
By the Skin of Their Teeth
Once settled down in the taxi Perk felt much better. He had been casting suspicious glances this way and that, eying a number of parties, as though he more than half anticipated the slick newspaper man might be hanging around the Grady in some clever disguise, bent on tracking them to the aviation field.
“Huh! kinder guess—ev’rything’s okay with us naow—glad Jack didn’t hear me asayin’ that forbidden word, er he’d be kickin’ agin. Tarnel shame haow a life-long habit do stick to a guy like glue—didn’t realize haow things keep acomin’ an’ agoin’ year after year, when yeou git ’customed to doin’ the same.”
Perk was muttering this to himself half under his breath as the taxi took off, and immediately headed almost straight toward the quarter where the fast growing Candler Field lay outside the thickly populated part of Atlanta.
He was just about to thrust his head out of the open upper part of the door on the left side when Jack jerked him violently back.
“Hey! what in thunder—”
“Shut up! and lie back!” hissed the other, almost savagely.
“Gosh-a-mighty! was he hangin’ ’raound after all?” gasped the startled Perk, who could think of but one reason for the other treating him so unceremoniously.