"They're—they're all right," gasped Chance, still staring as if fascinated at the shabby figure before him.
"You and your friend will agree, then, that I am worth talking business with?"
The other thought a minute.
"My name's Chance, and I'll take one," he said, as he turned and swiftly hastened off. He had lingered a long time and faced a reprimand. But he took it philosophically, for an idea had occurred to him, a plan which might be the means of freeing himself and his chosen companion from what they deemed the drudgery and hardships of the life of a sailor.
[CHAPTER VII.]
A RESCUE BY AEROPLANE.
"Men, I have an announcement to make," said Lieutenant De Frees, when they had all assembled with their various types of machines. Ned noticed that the officer held in his hand a sheet of blue paper of official appearance. It was closely covered with typewritten matter.
"Py golly, vot now comes?" whispered Hans to Mulligan.