“That is a problem.”
The Dooley gang had now come into view upon a sand hill near. There they halted and regarded the air-ship in
The aerial voyagers every moment expected a shower of bullets.
But to their surprise these did not come. Dooley changed his tactics, very likely upon the cardinal principle that discretion is the better part of valor.
Down from the height came two men carrying a white rag on a gun barrel. One of these was Dooley himself. When within speaking distance, they halted.
“Ahoy the air-ship!” shouted Dooley.
“Ahoy!” replied Nicodemus.
“We want to parley.”
“Spout away!”
There was a moment of silence. Then Dooley resumed: