“We are ready for you, Mr. King,” next spoke the motion picture man. “Flight of the Airship.”
“What do you want me to do?” asked Mr. King, going up to his machine.
“Oh, about five minutes thrilling stunts. Then I want you to swoop down near the convict. You drop him a rope——”
“Hold on, I don’t,” cried the aviator.
“Can’t work out our plot unless you do,” declared the motion picture man.
“Say,” inquired Mr. King with a smile, “was you ever up in a monoplane?”
“Well—no.”
“Try it once, with eye, hands and mind set on dodging a single quirk that may send you diving like an arrow, and you will understand that I can’t run my machine and drop a rope at the same time.”
“Well, the best part of the scenario is where the convict is told by the note left by his wife to look out for the rescue. As I said, you was to swoop near him, drop the rope.”
“What does the convict do then?” questioned the aviator, with an amused smile.