“Sho! and I thought——Who’s afraid?” and he darted back again into the house. Immediately he reappeared. He carried an old-fashioned fowling-piece, and he ran out directly in front of the barn.
“IT’S AN AIRSHIP!”
Andy read his purpose. He readily guessed that the farmer was one of those miserly individuals who make the most out of a mishap—the kind who think it smart to put a dead calf in the road and make an automobilist think he had killed it. At all events, the farmer looked bold enough now, as he posed in the middle of the road, with the ominous announcement:
“I’ve got a word for you up there.”
“What is it?” inquired the aeronaut.
“Who’s going to settle for this damage?”
“What damage?”