"He shows der air ship off to fellers vat come to see how it vorks. He is heluping der bolice, und dey gif him den tollars a day for flying aroundt mit it."
"Strike me lucky!" exclaimed the impulsive Ferral, slapping Carl on the shoulder, "do you think two thousand plunks would buy the craft, Carl?"
"Nix, Verrai, I don'd. Oof two t'ousandt vouldt puy her, den Matt vould haf owned her pefore now. He vants der Hawk vorse as anypody you efer see."
"Couldn't we rake up enough between us to buy her?" cried Ferral. "If Matt knows about her, and if she'll sail successfully, I wouldn't like anything better than to go from Chicago to Quebec by the air-ship route. What a high old jinks that would be!"
"Pully!" exclaimed Carl, as highly elated over the prospect as was Ferral. "King und Verral, oof der Air-ship Limidet Line! Ach, vat a habbiness oof it couldt come oudt like dot."
"King, Ferral & Pretzel," said Ferral. "You'll be in on the deal, Carl."
"Fife tollars' vort," returned Carl. "Dot's all der money vat I got."
"We'll let you in on the deal just to have you along. Matt will be captain, I'll be mate, and you'll be the crew."
"Py shinks," chuckled Carl, "I vould make a fine crew."
"Does the Hawk handle easily?"