"Got a pump and hose?"
"Sure."
"Then we'll pull up right alongside and take it into the tank that way."
Jack started the propellers whirling slowly, just enough to carry the plane around and toward the side of the tanker. The captain watched this work with open-mouthed admiration.
"Say!" he ejaculated, at the same time squirting forth a great stream of tobacco juice. "Ever been a sailor?"
"No, never have," Jack had to admit.
"Well, you handle that job as if you had," the captain informed him. "First rate job, that."
"Thanks," Jack returned, at the same time grabbing at the end of hose that was tossed over to him. "And let me say this, sir," he added, as he fitted the rubber pipe line into the petrol tank, "if there's ever any way any of us can serve you, just you call on us, and don't be modest about it."
He took a note book from his pocket, wrote down their four names and the general address at which they could be reached, and, rolling it into a ball, tossed it aboard the vessel. "There's our visiting card," he said.