"She'll do her work easy as falling off a log," said Matt. "The repairs we made on her, in Lafayette, seem to have been an improvement."
"We don't want to make any more improvements of that sort," remarked McGlory, thinking of the accident which had made the repairs necessary.
"Ah," cried Matt, "here comes Le Bon. And look who's with him," he added in a lower tone.
The cowboy turned his head and swept his gaze over the throng that pressed the guard rope to the north of the road. Le Bon, in his trapeze costume, was crawling through the press, and close behind him came Dhondaram. McGlory scowled.
"What's the Hindoo coming for?" he muttered. "I'm getting so I hate the looks of that fellow."
Le Bon came close, walking with the springy tread of the trained athlete.
"It looks as though we were going to have as nice a time aloft as we had this morning, Matt," he observed, coming to a halt and taking a look at the sky.
"What's the Hindoo trailing you for?" queried McGlory.
"He wanted to come along and see the flight at close quarters. He's a pretty good fellow, McGlory, and I told him to push along with me. What's the harm?"
"No harm at all," interposed Matt hastily.