They got up and seated themselves upon the locker.
“Well,” the goblin remarked, yawning, “what do you think of us goblins as balloonists?”
“I think you’re the candy,” Bob replied, his voice and manner evincing profound admiration.
“The candy?” snickered his companion. “What do you mean by that?”
“I think you’re the best ever.”
“Oh! Better than you humans, eh?”
“Far better.”
“That so?”
“Yes, indeed. And When I come back from Goblinland, I’m going to get patents on your air-ballast machine and your wireless selector; and some day I’ll be a mighty rich man—a millionaire.”