“We are,” said the younger. “We just looked at the indicator thing, and we are buzzing along at a great rate.”
“I must go and see,” said Dulcie, hurrying into the control room, where David held the wheel.
“What are we making, Davie?”
David beamed. “Ninety miles an hour!”
“Why, David!” Dulcie studied him curiously. “Isn’t that pretty fast for us?”
“Pretty good clip,” said David carelessly.
“Does daddy know?”
“I don’t believe so,” said David. “He hasn’t been around for quite a while.”
“Well, he ought to know,” declared daddy’s own child.
She went off, and almost immediately Mr. Hammond appeared. He said nothing, but went to the indicator and studied it. “What’s wrong with this indicator?” he asked finally. “We never make that speed.”