“Is this right, officer?” demanded the confused captain in a bewildered way. “I ain’t much of a hand at the law myself.”
“It’s right, all right,” said the officer stolidly. “They’ve got an injunction restraining this craft from flying,—that’s the law.”
“He! he! he!” chuckled Hank. “This is the time I’ve fixed my smart young cousin. There was a will, after all.”
Jack was becoming impatient. From the pilot house he shouted down to the captain:
“Shall we go ahead?”
The captain was about to reply in the negative, explaining that the law must be complied with, when Hank shoved rudely against the old seaman, almost pushing him over.
“Lemme by,” he snarled. “I’ll attend to this!”
It was then that the vials of the captain’s wrath boiled over.
“You young limb!” he bellowed. “D’ye think I’ll sacrifice human life for a thousand injunctions? Go ahead, boys!”
There was a roar and shout, and the Electric Monarch jumped forward. The crowd scattered right and left. Hank and Miles leaped after the craft. The wind from the propellers caught the former and hurled him to the ground.