Barney and Zamora ran in, the latter shouting:
“Ain’t you going ahead?”
“No,” replied Frank. “At least not until we repair the planes. We are crippled without their aid.”
“Amn’t dis rudder a dangerous place fo’ ter done dat, sah?”
“No, Pomp; for all the pirates are gone.”
Frank rushed out on deck as he spoke, and after a keen survey of the injured parts, he returned within the machine, procured the necessary tools, and said:
“Barney, come and help me.”
“Go ahead wid yer, Misther Frank.”
“Dem yere pirates gwine to swat yer wif a shot a minute yo’ poke yo’ nose out de doah,” cautioned the coon.
“You and Zamora keep guard,” replied Frank.