CHAPTER III.
A WORKSHOP IN THE WOODS.
THE brief conversation that followed was unique.
“I am looking for Professor Morgan,” said Harvey by way of setting the ball rolling. The landlord thrust a big piece of meat in his mouth and continued chewing, but a side glance showed he had heard the words.
“Do you know him?” continued Harvey.
“Is he the chap that’s got a shop about a half a mile out in the woods, where he makes airships?” asked the host in turn.
“That’s the man! What can you tell me about him?”
“I never heerd of him; can’t tell you nothing.”
“Then how do you know his workshop is half a mile out in the woods?”