“Cotch dat!” he cried.
“Heave away!” cheerily answered Frank.
“Am yo’ orright, honey?”
“Yes. Only a little dizzy.”
In a moment more he was on the deck.
His coat was torn where the rim of the helix caught it, and he was drenched, but that was all.
While his friends raised the engine in the air he went inside again, put on dry clothing, and took a drink of brandy.
The Pegasus reached the coast of Ireland and went over to Liverpool where she alighted on the suburbs.
Her descent drew a large crowd of people to the spot, but they finally landed her in a private garden at the offer of the owner, where she was kept secluded.
Frank then went to the city.