In that instant he saw deliverance, and wondered why he had not thought of it before.
“Why, surely!” he exclaimed, “here is the man who made the condemned flying machine. Why didn’t I think of it. Tell me, sir, how shall I stop her ascending.”
“You cannot do it,” replied Frank, calmly.
“I can’t?”
“No, sir!”
“Can you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do it then, for the love of heaven. We shall perish in a few moments if you don’t.”
“How do you expect me to do it, tied up as I am?”
Dooley hesitated. It was plain that he feared a trick.