Mr. Glassford laughed.
“I guess you’re affected by some of the sights you’ve seen at this carnival,” he said to the little chap.
“It’s true enough,” spoke Jerry quietly. “We do own an interest in a valuable gold mine, and we have considerable money. If a motor ship did not cost too much we might build it.”
“Do you mean that?” exclaimed the man, a hopeful look coming into his face.
“Certainly. I have been thinking of it for some time. Ever since I heard of this carnival. I don’t know how my chums feel about it, but, as for me, I’m for an airship.”
“And we’re with you!” cried Ned and Bob.
“Get an airship, Jerry,” added Ned.
“One with planes, so if we fall we’ll come down easy,” put in Bob.
“Chunky’s so heavy he doesn’t relish a fall from the clouds,” remarked Alice.
“Are you boys really in earnest?” asked Mr. Glassford.