“And—will you allow me to go with you?”
“I would not think of going without you!” declared Frank.
“Thank you! I had quit the sea, and never thought to take another voyage. But a cruise in the air—that’s different, mate. When shall I report?”
“We will start within a week,” declared Frank; “it will not take long to get things in readiness. I will have Barney and Pomp put stores on board at once.”
We will not dwell upon the further conversation which followed. Suffice it to say that before the old captain left Readestown all arrangements were made.
Barney O’Shea was a jolly Irish boy, who had been long in the employ of Frank Reade, Jr. Pomp was a negro valet who was as devoted to Frank as man could be.
Wherever Frank traveled these two faithful chaps accompanied him.
Frank’s first move after the departure of Captain Nicodemus was to ring a bell. Instantly it was answered by Barney.
The Celt stood in the doorway and ducked his red head in response to Frank’s call.
“Shure, here I am, sor!” he declared.