She resumed her journey and the man below was soon lost to view in a woods.
“Fer ther love av hiven, what do it all be manin’?” asked the Celt.
“He was a stowaway, stealing my patent,” Frank replied.
“Troth, an’ it wuz a blackguard he made av himself, entoirely.”
“He didn’t gain anything by his rascality.”
“How hoigh up shall I be afther sindin’ the Pegasus?”
“One thousand feet will do.”
“It’s that same now.”
“Then drive her ahead!”
Barney complied, and by nightfall they reached the ocean.