“I’ll tell him all that, and some other things,” Gordon answered.
“What do you mean, some other things?” Cardow demanded.
“I’ll tellin’ him this thing looks fishy to me—”
“Fishy, you’re crazy—”
“Maybe I am crazy, but just the same, it’s too easy.” Without another word he walked out into the storm, and a few minutes later they heard the unmistakable roar of the engine as the machine raced through the sky. Joe strolled to the entrance and glanced out.
“Rotten night—”
“Tain’t night no more, Buddy, it morning—”
“Well, it’s blacker en pitch,” Joe persisted. He walked about glancing from one treasure pile to another and occasionally running his hand over one of the giant ornaments.
“Got something on yer mind?” one of the men asked him.
“Yes. I’m wonderin’ what in blazes Gordon’s meanin’.”