“Huh!” contemptuously remarked Hinkee Dee. “More like a couple of turkey buzzards having a family quarrel.”
They were all standing with craned necks looking up at the object in the sky, momentarily growing larger. Now it began to circle about instead of keeping in a straight line.
“Maybe it’s a balloon,” ventured an old cowboy. “I seen one at a fair once and it busted and the feller come down head fust and——”
“Balloons don’t carry sewing machines to make a noise like that!” contemptuously murmured Gimp.
“Then what is it?” came a general cry.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” was Gimp’s calm rejoinder. “She’s going to cash in right soon, I reckon.”
The object—the noise—came nearer. It was the airship of Ned, Bob and Jerry swooping down on Square Z ranch.
“It can’t be!” ejaculated the Parson.
“Huh!” was all that came from Hinkee Dee.
And then, with engine shut off, and on outstretched wings of varnished canvas, the airship volplaned down to earth.