“Be jabbers, it’s square we are for onct, yez black monkey.”
“I done fink yo’ don’ want fo’ to play no mo’ ghosteses, I’ish!”
“Begorra, it’ll be wuss next time, naygur!”
“Well,” said Frank, with conviction, “it’s very fortunate indeed that Barney happened to tumble onto those chaps. If he had not, there is no doubt but that they would have given us a surprise.”
“They are a cut-throat crew,” declared Harding. “I was once held a prisoner by them for a week. I never suffered harsher treatment in my life.”
As it was not likely that the brigands would return again that night, the position of the air-ship was not changed.
Until morning came, Barney and Pomp remained on guard.
The day dawned bright and clear, a typical day in the tropics.
The air-ship was soon again on its way.
For an hour and a half the air-ship kept on, until suddenly Harding drew Frank to the rail and pointed to a distant cut in the mountains.