sit in the other's lap—that's the only way to stow you in. I think, judging by appearances, Jimmy better be the top layer."
"I never thought of that beanpole having a lap," declared Jimmy. "Get me a microscope, Cat"
Hardy put an end to the disturbance that threatened, and continued, "Now, see here, you two fellows who haven't been initiated, like your friend Cat, may feel a little wriggly for a minute or two, but you'll soon get over it. Keep this in mind: Flying is regular life insurance compared to dodging autos in any big city, and remember it's how a fellow shows up in a new experience that proves what sort of stuff he's got in him. Listen to what Service says. You know Service, the war poet?
'When your legs seem made o' jelly
And you're squeamish in your belly,
And you want to turn about and do a bunk,
For Tom's sake, kid, don't show it,
Don't let your mateys know it,
You're just sufferin' from funk, funk, funk.'
Get that! I put the Tom in to suit this present
