“Fasten it.”
The coon obeyed reluctantly, for as soon as his hands left the spokes, the soaring machine began to get unsteady.
It would glide ahead smoothly awhile, then would suddenly plunge to one side or the other, or move up or down.
Out came the darky.
As soon as he saw the peril his comrades were in, though, he forgot all about the Jove, and roared:
“Kain’t yo’ git up, sah?”
“Not very well without help,” Frank replied.
“Whut yo’ want me to do, honey?”
“Send down a noosed line.”
Pomp complied with the greatest alacrity.