“Take him down, Pomp.”
“Yes sah!” and off the darky marched the prisoner.
“Our work is almost done now, Reynard.”
“I’m glad we succeeded so easily.”
“Hey, Barney!”
“Yis, sor!”
“Turn the Pegasus around and steer for home.”
“Bedad, it’s the great man-hunters we bees,” said the Irishman.
The airship mounted the clouds and retraced her course.
Every one was jubilant over their success.