“Oh, practically,” replied Poke loftily. “Few odds and ends to be adjusted, maybe—that’s all.”
“Do you mean you’re ready to fly?”
“Why not?”
Sam coughed dubiously.
Step, finishing his work on the motor, joined the others. “Some bird of a job there, eh?” he remarked complacently.
“Umph! Proof of the bird is the flying,” said Orkney drily.
Poke and Step exchanged glances. “Oh, she’ll fly fast enough,” the former declared. “Start the motor, then get her to moving, then shift the planes, and—whisk, there you are!”
“Where are you?”
“Up over head, and going like sixty!”
“Shucks! I don’t believe it.”