"It was easy," went on Big, to give him a temporary designation.
"Maybe it was too easy," suggested Small.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean those two lads won't give up their machine so easily. They may come to get it back."
"Let 'em!" chuckled Big. "We'll be ready for 'em."
"I'd feel better satisfied if we had kept on," said Small. "I don't see the sense in stopping here."
"That's what the boss told us to do if we were lucky enough to get the machine," said the other. "And we did."
"Well, if the boss told us to stay here, we've got to, I reckon," admitted Small. "But there's no use staying out in the wet. That's a pretty nifty little outfit this fellow Quick turned out, and I don't see why we can't take it easy in it and have some grub."
"There's no harm in that," agreed Big. "But the chap who got up this dingus is named Swift, not Quick."
"It's all the same," chuckled the other. "And I can't get in out of the wet any too quick and have something to eat. What say?"