“We can’t do anything here!” exclaimed Frank.
“Howly floy!” roared Barney. “Is it roonin’ away yez are? Be heavens, it’s as foine a ruction as iver I see yer chaitin’ me out of, d’yer moind!”
“There’s no sense in fighting without an object in it.”
“Faix, is it no object ter break their heads av thim fellies?”
“Do you think our man was on that boat?” asked Reynard.
“No. If he had been we would have seen him.”
“Golly, what a sensation dis yere airship make wif dem yaller face niggahs!” chuckled Pomp.
Having risen to an altitude of five hundred feet, the engine plunged into a bank of fleecy white clouds, and the scene below vanished from view.
Frank kept the Pegasus aloft until they had passed the city, and then sent her down again.
She ran down to the gulf without meeting another boat, but out on the broad sheet of water they descried a number of ships and steamers going in different directions.