“What do you mean?”
“He’s plumb crazy.”
“You wouldn’t think so from his conversation; no one can talk better than he.”
“But his eyes! They gave him dead away; I’m glad he didn’t stay all night.”
“What difference could that make?”
“More’n likely he would have got up and killed us all while we were asleep.”
Harvey laughed.
“While he isn’t the sort of companion I should fancy, I’m sure he is not that kind of a lunatic. The chances are that he will lose his life through some of his experiments in aviation, the same as those we talked about.”
“Shall we say anything to Bohunkus about the man being off his base?” asked Wharton, as if in doubt regarding his duty in the circumstances.
“It isn’t worth while; nothing can be gained by doing so.”