Something caught his eyes, and held him riveted, as if turned into a pillar of salt like Lot’s unfortunate, disobedient wife.
“Hot-diggetty-dig! if that ere aint the mornin’ star I’ll eat my hat!” Perk told himself in great excitement.
It was most thrilling news he carried back with him when he ducked inside the cabin once more—news he felt absolutely positive would break down that icy reserve of his companion; and cause Jack to join him in giving vent to expressions of jubilation.
“Hey! c’n yeou beat it, partner?” he cried, as soon as he could get to the ear of his boon companion; and for the time being disdaining the help of the ear-phones; then he paused for breath, having in his excitement lost his grip, it appeared.
“Beat what?” roared the other, understanding from Perk’s actions, together with the exultant tone of his raised voice, that something out of the common must have come about.
“Breeze started up!” whooped Perk, gulping in a supply of wind.
“Bully boy!” Jack sent back at him, managing to make himself understood above all the racket of motor and propeller, which was some triumph, since he did not possess the lung power that Perk boasted.
“And—yeou c’n see the ole mornin’ star off in the east, showin’ the dratted fog pack she’s a liftin’ by hunks; so, as the dawn’s at hand we’ll be okay!”
CHAPTER XIII
All Thanks to Simeon
“Bully again!” Perk faintly heard his cool pal call out, against the row their motor exhaust was keeping up.