“Call me anything; but don’t call me down,” he said. “I say, how’s flying to-day?”
“As usual, up in the air,” laughed Tom Dorsey.
“Next to me, who’s the newest greeny?”
A half dozen or so fingers were pointed toward Don Hale; a half dozen or so voices gave the desired information.
“Shake, old man!” exclaimed Dublin Dan, extending a big rough hand. “It’s a race between us to see which shall be the first to feel the caressing touches of the wind-blown clouds on our cheeks.”
“I’m on!” laughed Don.
“I say, did you see me land on my last trip?”
T. Singleton Albert voiced this query. It was addressed to no one in particular; and as no one in particular paid the slightest attention to it Drugstore became quite peeved.
“Jealous, eh?” he jeered, with unexpected bravado. “Jealous! Oh, boy! but my cheeks’ll soon feel the caressing touches of these wind-blown clouds. Some joyous expression that, eh?”
“It doesn’t beat yours at the present moment,” declared big Sid Marlow, with a hearty laugh.