Barney gave a cry of delight and turned a flip-flap. Pomp cut a pigeon wing.
“Golly, golly, dat am jes’ fine!”
“Bejabers, I’m glad of it!”
“Now, be off, both of you,” commanded Frank, “and get the machine all ready for the start.”
Away scurried the two jokers, and Frank turned to his companions, with a smile.
“They will leave nothing undone,” he said. “We are practically all ready to start at once.”
“That is good!” cried Randall. “Frank, you are a rusher!”
“Of course, you will be one of our party?” asked Frank.
“Delighted, and ——” Randall looked toward Wendel.
“Of course, we shall have to include your friend, if he will consent to go.”