“Well,” added Andy, with a shutting of his teeth; “I’m glad of one thing, then.”
“What’s that?” questioned the other.
“That we brought our bully old Marlins along, Frank!” was the quick response Andy made.
CHAPTER XXI—THE TERROR OF THE AIR
“Perhaps you’d better be getting the guns loose, Andy,” suggested Frank, in his quiet way.
“You bet I will, and only too glad of the chance; but can you hold yours while you steer; or shall I fix it, so you can grab it up the very second you land the biplane on the sand?” Andy asked, as he let the glasses hang by their strap, and with hands that doubtless trembled more than a little, he proceeded to unfasten the two repeating Marlins with which so much execution had been done on the occasion of the grizzly bear hunt.
“Better lay it in the crotch you made for me, where I can get it in a hurry when my hands are free,” the pilot explained.
By the time all this had been done they were of course much closer to the scene of the expected trouble. And when Andy again picked up the glasses, and clapped them to his eyes, he uttered new exclamations that indicated excitement.
“It’s coming, Frank!” he exclaimed.
“You mean the attack, Andy?”