I affirmed that intention with unprintable force.
“Well, I don't!” said the inventor. “Why, Griggs, I'm figuring on equipping this building with my lift in a couple of months!”
“Are—are they going to allow that?” I gasped.
“Why, nothing's settled as yet; but it is understood that if this experimental model proves a success——”
But my cry had summoned aid. Above us, and hidden by the roof of the car, some one shouted:
“Hallo! Phat is it?”
“Hallo!” I returned.
“Air ye in the box?” said the voice, its owner evidently astonished.
“Yes! Get an ax!”
“Phat?”