“’Cause he’s crazy,” was the prompt explanation of her niece.
“Ann is right the Professor has formed a plan which no one but a lunatic could think out; it is that of crossing the Atlantic Ocean with his aeroplane and of taking the colored boy with him. If they ever try it, it will be the last of both. I cannot rest idle if there is any way to prevent them.”
“Of course not,” assented Aunty; “it would be wicked if you didn’t do your best to stop it. Can Ann and I help you?” she asked with such childlike simplicity that Harvey smiled.
“I see no way unless you have some information to give.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“You have seen the Professor and his airship, I suppose?”
“Several times. I went to the spring on last Sunday morning for a pail of water, when the thing skimmed over my head so low that I ducked, though there wasn’t any need.”
“Which way was it traveling?”
“Straight north,” she replied, indicating the direction by gesture.
“Did the man give any attention to you?”