“I asked the foreman if I could get off to go to New York,” responded Buck solemnly, “and he laughed at me.”
“And meanwhile—?” began the now almost smiling journalist.
“Meanwhile, I twice just escaped bein’ sent into the shed where the ‘Ocean Flyer’ is.”
Despite his efforts, the straight face of the editor was breaking into a laugh.
“Your story’s dead,” broke in Bob with a professional tone. “What are you hangin’ around here for?”
“I don’t know officially that it’s dead,” responded Buck. “I have an idea it isn’t. Any way, I thought I’d finish the job. But I just missed it.”
“What would ‘finish’ your job?” asked Ned suddenly and with animation.
“One good peek at your new airship.”
“Come with us,” exclaimed Ned laughing outright. “We’re just goin’ to look it over.”
“Stewart,” said the editor recovering himself, “you’d better get your time from the foreman. I am now on this assignment myself. We don’t want to make it a case of too many cooks.”