“That’s it. How?”
“Six—all six at once—too much. Dangerous,” said King O’Leary sadly. “And, son, I wouldn’t have ’em harm a hair of your head, not a hair.”
“I’ve got idea,” said Flick, all at once. “No strain—you’ll see—coax elevator.”
Tootles, who always remained in the picture, solemnly led King O’Leary into the elevator, saying in a soothing manner,
“It’s all right, King; we all trust Flick.”
Wilder was so touched by this burst of confidence that he momentarily forgot his happy thought. But all at once, as they waited anxiously and expectantly, he woke up and said firmly:
“Up one!”
The elevator groaned and lumbered to the first floor.
“What now?” said Tootles.
“Out!”