“I guess we’ve taught them a lesson,” remarked Jerry, when the motorship was clear of the earth, and the last Indian had dropped off.
“That’s right!” chimed in Ned, who had kept the gas machine going at full capacity. “They got a lot of stuff that we may need, but we’re lucky even so.”
“They didn’t get into the kitchen!” exclaimed Bob, proudly. “I had a lot of pies there, and if they’d taken them——”
“Oh, for cats’ sake, Chunky!” cried Jerry. “Is that all you can think of now?”
“Well, why not?” asked the stout lad. “We’re all right; aren’t we?”
And they were, when they came to take an account of themselves. Little damage had been done to the craft, and only a few articles were missing. They were now well up in the air, drifting along before a gentle wind.
“We’ll drift along until we see a good place to land, and then we’ll go down,” said Jerry.
“Not near here, though,” stipulated Jim Nestor.
“Well, I guess not!” exclaimed Ned.