"So easy as I can't dell! You pull a t'ing und she goes oop, den you pull anoder t'ing und she comes down, und you viggle her aroundt mit some more t'ing—I don'd know vat. Aber Matt can vork her so shlick as nodding. Say, Verral, Matt can make dot air ship turn some handt-shprings in der cloudts, und——"
"Avast there, Carl! I'll bet Matt can handle the craft, all right, even if he can't make her do any hand-springs. Do you suppose she'll be sold before we get out to South Chicago?"
"Vell, I hope nod. Meppy ve go righdt avay, hey?"
"Sure! The quicker we go, the more chance we will have to get the Hawk. If we——" The boys had been walking slowly back to the boarding house, and Ferral suddenly broke off his words and came to a halt. "Oh, hang it," he went on, "I'm due for a sail on the lake at one o'clock. Merrick, a nice chap I met on the train coming from Denver, invited me to go with him, and I said I'd meet him across the Lake Street viaduct right after dinner. I hate to cut away from Merrick like that."
"Vy nod ged him to sail us as near Sout' Chicago as he can go?" suggested Carl. "Den meppy ve ged off der poat und dake der shdreed car?"
"Right-o!" cried Ferral. "That's what we'll do. How long before you can be ready, Carl?"
"Schust so kevick as I can go up py my room und ged dot fife tollars oudt oof der pureau trawer."
"That's the ticket! But you don't need any money, old ship, while you're with me. I've got plenty for the two of us."
"Anyvay, Tick, I got to vash oop a leedle, und prush my clothes——"
"So've I. Those swabs handled me a bit rough, although they didn't leave many marks on me."