Dan took one peep, then withdrew his head.
"What a fall that would be," he breathed.
"Yes, we'd be the Batteredship Boys instead of the Battleship Boys, were we to fall down the rest of the way," jeered Hickey.
"That was an awful joke, Sam; but perhaps it is better to get a thing like that out of your system. My, but we're going fast!"
The basket seemed to be gaining momentum every second. Sam Hickey's hair was rising, his cap having soared away on the breeze.
"Stop it!" howled Sam.
"I'd like to, but I can't."
"Put on the brakes! There must be a brake. Do something!"
"Do something yourself. I don't know how the machine works."
"We are nearing the bottom. I think the car has slackened its speed some. I see that I've got to do whatever is done here, or we'll both land in the middle of the bay with a loud splash," retorted Sam.