"I like the idea; good, first rate!"
"Can't be beat, noheow!" said the stranger.
"But what would it cost?"
"Two hundred dollars, and a small wagon, to begin on."
"A small wagon?"
"Ya-a-s. Yeou see, Mister, the birds haff to be trained to fly from one pint to another!"
"Yes; well?"
"Wa-a-ll, yeou see the birds are put in a box, on the top of the bildin', for a spell, teu git the hang of things, and so on!"
"Yes, very well; go on."
"Then the birds are put in a cage, the trainer takes 'em into his wagon—ten miles at first—throws 'em up, and the birds go to the bildin'. Next day fifteen miles, and so forth; yeou see?"