In the matter of food, Bud secured not only “red hots,” sandwiches and dill pickles, but a few cheese and ham sandwiches. Altogether he expended a dollar and twenty-five cents of Lafe’s money.
“Here you are,” he exclaimed on his return, while the new workmen grinned and chuckled, “hot dogs and ham on the bun. Coffee’ll be here in a few minutes.”
[CHAPTER V]
MADAME ZECATACAS READS THE FUTURE.
The workmen assisting Lafe and Bud did not wait for the coffee. The last of the appetizing sandwiches had disappeared when the male member of Madame Zecatacas’ outfit came shambling along with the pot of neither very fragrant nor very strong coffee.
“Help yourselves, boys,” suggested Bud, offering the workmen their only drinking vessel—a tin water cup. “We’ll try to have a better breakfast.”
Lafe, who had worked steadily and energetically all night, was sitting on a box taking a breathing spell. Bud, as a further reward to the coffee bearer, was attempting to show the sour-looking stranger some details of the aeroplane and hastening in his explanation, for there was plenty of work to be done. About the time he had finished, there was a sharp exclamation just outside the shed.
“Move on. What are you doing hanging around here?”
It was Pennington speaking in a brusque voice.