"Don't get excited, Carl," said Matt. "Calm yourself down."
"How I vas going to do dot," exploded Carl, "ven I see der hocus-pocus dot olt laty make mit us? Himmelblitzen! She iss some relations mit der Olt Nick, und oof ve know ven ve vas vell off ve vill pull oudt oof here righdt avay."
"Chuck it, Carl!" said Dick. "I guess there ain't anything going to hurt you. Give me a line on this, Matt. I can't overhaul Carl's talk and get much sense out of it."
Matt proceeded to describe what had taken place in the hut. Dick listened with wide eyes.
"Keelhaul me if I ever heard anything like that before!" he exclaimed, when Matt had finished. "It sounds like a yarn for the marines. You two must have been hypnotized and imagined you saw all that. Fakirs in India do stunts of that sort, but they only make people think they see such things; they don't really see them."
"I know ven I see somet'ing, you bed my life," fluttered Carl, "und I see der air ship, und you and Matt und meinseluf in der shmoke, und ve do t'ings schust so natural like life. It don'd vas some treams, I tell you dot. Oof——"
Carl was interrupted by a shrill cry from the hut door.
"Come once more an' see ze smoke picture! Come queek!"
"Nod me!" and Carl galloped on toward the air ship.
"We'd better go, Dick," said Matt.