“Do—don’t hit me again!” he whined.
“Then leave Mr. Strong alone,” answered the young major.
“I want my million dollars!”
“And I want my airship,” put in Paul Shaff. “I have an order to go to the North Pole, to get fifty polar bears for the circus!”
“If you’ll behave yourselves I’ll see that you get what is coming to you,” said George Strong. “But you mustn’t attack me in this fashion.”
“Too bad! We are so poor!” cried Callax, and suddenly began to weep. Then Shaff sat on the ground and looked the picture of despair.
“What do you want to do, Mr. Strong?” whispered Jack.
“Where is the horse and buggy?”
“The horse ran away, up the road, but maybe I can find him,” answered Andy.
“Then do so, if you can. If it can be done, I wish to place these poor chaps where they can do no further harm.”