“I do!”
“Bah!” the boy sneered. “You didn’t know enough to loose the latch of a parrot cage and let yourself out.”
“And you didn’t know enough to take gob-tabs when you needed ’em.”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah!”
Both remained sullenly silent for some seconds. Then Bob said grumblingly:
“All right, Fitz Mee, have your way. You’ll see, though.”
The goblin made no reply; he simply turned the thumb-screw of the selector, and the balloon sailed away upon its course rapidly and gracefully. Presently, however, Fitz gave a start and muttered:
“Why, we’re out over the water again; and we ought to be crossing the mountains. I wonder what’s the matter—eh, Bob?”