mulatto. "Heard Turner buzzin' 'round with that there wireless o' his'n jus' now, and then he come in and got Hardy and say sumpin', and then I see Hardy and Legs runnin' round like chicken with their heads cut off, and then they grab some cold vittles from the pantry, and bus' out the do', and, last I seed of 'em, all three was a-makin' tracks out to-wards that there airyplane gayraje. Look like they done gone crazy."
The information added fuel to the lads' burning curiosity. "Come on, come on, Jimmy, don't let 'em put one like that over on us," Cat exhorted, starting for the entrance.
"I'm with you," shouted Jimmy.
And the two scantily attired forms shot out of the door, sprang down the steps, rounded the house, and ploughed along at their best speed over the sandy pathway.
From the top of one of the dunes, the sight that greeted their eyes spurred them on to new exertion. There in the distance stood the Windjammer ready for a flight. Hardy and Legs were climbing to their seats while Turner appeared to be making ready to give them a send-off.
"Look, Jimmy, look!" sputtered Cat.
