“Yes,” he said, rolling his eyes horribly as he took one more look at the magic bottle, “yes, I’m going to quit! Just let me out of this place and you’ll never see me again.”
“If he only knew!” Goggles thought with an inward shudder. “If he knew, I wonder what would happen?”
Ah, well, he had this little dark fellow within his power, that was enough. So the plane sped on.
Never in all his life had the boy experienced such a sense of relief as, after the plane had bumped on some landing field, then gone gliding along to a stop, he saw the little dark man slip like a snake through the small door and disappear.
He grinned a broad grin as he dropped the flat bottle back into his pocket. “Lucky break!” he murmured. “Wonder if Sheeley missed it?”
“Old Irons O will do his full duty at this place,” he assured Doug as he came out to meet him.
“Are you sure of that?” Doug was still in doubt.
“Sure as anything. But just to make it a cinch, ask one of the boys to watch this plane while I go for a cup of coffee. I’m starved.”
The guard was arranged for at once. As the two boys hurried away, Goggles pulled a bottle out of his pocket. “Just read the label on that, will you?” he said. “I packed my glasses in my bag by mistake.”
“Sure!” Doug took the bottle. “It says, ‘Dr. Jordan’s Face Lotion. Good for sun-burned and chapped skin.’”