"But we've got to get the girl off the roof, in some way."
"I'll use the air ship——"
"That's a scheme for your life!" exclaimed Harris.
"But while I'm using the Hawk," went on Matt, speaking quickly, "you and Sanders and Burton must contrive to keep everyone in the house occupied on the lower floor."
"We can do that. We'll blaze away at the boards at the windows. That will keep their attention below."
"You'd better go and tell Burton what our plan is. If he should see Miss Brady he'd be liable to yell to us, and that would let Pete and Whipple know what's up."
"They'll probably suspect something when they see the air ship coming."
"I don't think so. Besides, if you keep them busy enough, the chances are that the Hawk won't be seen."
"If you are seen, Matt, you'll surely be shot at—and the Hawk's a pretty big target. If a bullet is put into the gas bag, or if one smashes into the motor, you and the girl may be killed."
"I think I can make it," said Matt resolutely. "Anyhow, I'm going to try."