As the ladies returned to the house and Andy prepared to close the boathouse, he paused a moment.
“Do you think he could, Captain Anderson?”
“Who could what?”
“Do you think Ba, or anyone else, could fly to the Bahamas in an aeroplane?”
“I don’t know whether they could or not,” answered the captain, blowing out the light, “but I do know that’d be my idea of a real fool trick.”
“Captain Anderson,” continued Andy, as they walked slowly toward the house, “I’ve just been tryin’ to figure out all that’s happened since we saw your lantern comin’ to meet us last night. Our engine may not go, and the bird-tail rudder may not work, and the aeroplane we’re goin’ to make may not fly, but I reckon I’ve found one thing in the time we’ve been here that there ain’t agoin’ to be anything wrong about.”
“What’s that?” asked the good-natured boat builder.
“You,” answered Andy promptly.