“Yes,” said Poke and Step together.
“Well, what are you going to do with it?”
Step started to say something, and changed his mind. The result was an extraordinary gasp. But Sam understood. Tempted as he was to proclaim great news, Step was surrendering that honor to his chum.
Poke drew a long breath. Then he spoke explosively:
“Flying machine! We’re making one!”
The reception of the sensational tidings should have satisfied Poke’s yearning for dramatic effects. Sam dropped weakly upon a horse-block, which happened to be conveniently near. He stared at Poke blankly.
“You—you’re making a—a flying machine!”
“I am!” Poke declared promptly.
“We are,” Step hastened to amend.
Poke nodded. “Sure! That’s right. We’re both in it.”