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The machine had a bulkhead fore and aft, with an upward slope in front and a downward slope to the rear. "It's safe, comfortable, and quick to rise to control," declared Dave. "See, Mr. Grimshaw, there's a new wrinkle." Dave touched a little device attached to the flywheel. The latter was made with teeth to fit into another gear, operated from a shaft.
"I did not ask it for myself, and I am glad to see you do not find it too bad to eat after all," said Bill, observing that old Grim cleared his plate of every particle of food it contained. Tommy Rebow used to amuse himself by trying to tease Grimshaw, not that he would stand much from him, or from anybody else; and often Tommy had to make a quick jump of it to get out of his way.
"That is," continued Hiram, "he hadn't got back when I was last up at the Aegis hangar." "When was that?" "About four o'clock this afternoon. Mr. Grimshaw, though, said he expected him on the six o'clock train." "We'll go and see if he has returned," said Dave. They started for the aviator's headquarters. Half the distance covered, they met him coming in search of them. Mr.
King had a desk in one corner of what he called his office room. Dave was free to use this at all times. He opened it now, and for ten minutes was busy with some railroad time tables he found there. Then he consulted an aero guide map. Grimshaw watched him from under his shaggy eyebrows, but said nothing until Dave got up from the desk, buttoned his coat and prepared to face the storm again.
Grimshaw made his way at once to the pilothouse, where Mr. Gilder followed him, in order to learn his plans. Plater walked aft, and through the engine-room window saw that the mule was already in his treadmill, where Solon had just completed his harnessing.
The mutineer jerked the knife from his belt and raised it to strike; but Tyke Grimshaw, who had been fighting furiously, kicked the knife from his hand and the captain, recovering, threw his enemy from him and arose. Ditty did not rise. The remaining mutineers wavered when their leader fell, then turned to flee. "After them, my lads!" cried Captain Hamilton. "We've got 'em on the run!"
Dunn, you are the best officer in the city; 'pon my soul, these fellows can't escape you! Where did you pick up that nigger?" said he, with a look of satisfaction. "A fat fee case, Mr. Grimshaw, 'contrary to law; he's a Portugee nigger. Never had so much trouble with a nigger in my life; I didn't know but the fellow was going to preach a sermon.
Grimshaw started and recovered himself with: "Knives. Yes. All sorts." The goatherd fingered his collection, trying the blades on his broad thumb. "You come from France," he said. Grimshaw nodded. "From Lyons." "I thought so. You speak French like a gentleman." Grimshaw shrugged. "That is usual in Lyons." The peasant paid for the knife he fancied, placing two francs in the poet's palm.
"An Act for the better regulation and government of free negroes and persons of color, and for other purposes," &c. &c. &c., Mr. Grimshaw read; but as the two first sections are really a disgrace to the delegated powers of man, in their aim to oppress the man of color, we prefer to pass to the third section, and follow Mr. Grimshaw as he reads: Mr.
The telegram which Grimshaw had brought to Dave was dated at the headquarters of the Interstate Aeroplane Co., some three hundred miles distant. It was addressed to Dave in care of Mr. King, and it was signed by the manager of the company. It read as follows: "Our sales agent, Timmins, reported from your quarters at Columbus three days ago.
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