Then came the second Indian with eight dogs.
(Mrs. Eppingwell looks inquiringly at Capt. Eppingwell, who shakes head, then each looks bepuzzlement at the other. Vanderlip, again hesitating, nods.)
And then came Sitka Charley with seven of the most magnificent dogs I ever saw. Oh, Floyd, they were just grand!
(Mrs. Eppingwell and Capt. Eppingwell look more bepuzzled than ever. Vanderlip looks across at Freda with comprehension, by his look as much as saying, "You are responsible for this." Freda smiles. Mrs. Eppingwell and Capt. Eppingwell observe the proceeding, and look at each other significantly.) We just flew along—like the wind!
VANDERLIP
(Seeing the whole situation and lying up to it.)
I just bet you did. I knew they'd bring you in on the jump. I told them I didn't want any loafing, and... well, from the looks of it, I guess there wasn't any.
FLOSSIE
(Snuggling in against him.)
Couldn't wait a bit longer, could you, dear?