“There is no other way for us,” he said.
“Yes, there is.”
“What?”
“On board the air-ship.”
“You do not mean it!” cried the millionaire, joyfully. “No, we will not infringe upon your generosity to such an extent.”
“Indeed, it will be a pleasure to me to take you to the coast,” said Frank.
“But you are not yet ready to leave the Andes?”
“Yes; I am. I have been here six weeks now, and that is enough. I am anxious to get back to Readestown, for I have a new invention which I desire to perfect.”
“Mr. Reade,” said Dane, warmly, “we can never repay you for your kindness to us. Yet I would ask one more favor of you.”
“What is that?”