And just then the maneater awoke, wobbled into the air, and flew away before DeCrabbe could get off!
The following afternoon, as Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe made his farewell of the city of Featherton, he once more drove down the center of the street with the bubble of his space convertible slid back.
Yet there was a difference this time. The mayor and his son rode beside him on the seat, and all of the people were now out of doors standing along the curb, cheering their deliverer wildly as he passed.
"I can't tell you how much I personally appreciate what you've done for us," said the mayor humbly.
"Quite quite quite!" returned Five-gun haughtily in his clipped speech, hoping to shut off the man's tendency toward windyness.
With awe in his voice the mayor's son admired, "So instead of being scared to death you were all ready for action when you and the whirlybird landed at their rocky, mountain lair?"
"Yes yes yes! Slid off its back, hid between two boulders, waited for the appropriate moment. After bagging that one, waited for other monsters as they landed, one by one. Bagged them."
"Just like that!" said the youngster. "You just get up close enough for those peoplehawks to grab you and then you bagged them."
"Only possible way is my way," clipped DeCrabbe immovably.