Frank Reade Jr.'s Air Wonder, The "Kite"; Or, A Six Weeks' Flight Over the Andes. Luis Senarens
move was decided upon at once.
Harding directed the course of the air-ship. Darkness was fast coming on, and after drifting for a time over the mountain peaks Frank decided that it would be better to wait for the light of another day.
Harding declared that the cavern was now not more than twenty miles distant.
“We will make that in very quick time in the morning,” declared Frank. “Certainly we can do little in this gloom.”
The sky was cloudy and the darkness which settled down was most intense.
But upon the bow of the air-ship was an electric searchlight.
With this Frank illumined the face of the country below.
He selected what he believed would be a good spot.
It was an open spot in a valley high up in the lofty Andes.
Here the air-ship was allowed to descend and rest upon the ground.
Pomp set about getting the evening meal.
The darky was a comical coon and could play the banjo and sing in genuine plantation style.
Barney, on the other hand, was a genuine type of the Hibernian, and was a master with the violin.
He could play all manner of Irish jigs and songs.
To get the two characters together, with their fund of music and comical jokes, was as good as a variety show.
While they were the warmest of friends, Barney and Pomp were always wrangling in a facetious way and playing jokes upon each other.
Upon the present night Barney had it in for Pomp.
The latter had put a live electric wire into the Celt’s bed the night before, and when he retired had given him a shock which literally lifted him out of the bunk.
The Celt had sworn vengeance with a large V, and he proceeded to formulate a plan to get square with the darky.
When Barney played a joke upon any one it was generally a huge and unvarnished one, with hard knots all over it.
Now the Celt knew the weaknesses of the darky well.
If there is one thing in his world that the negro fears it is a disembodied spirit, or rather the thoughts of such.
Knowing this well, Barney chuckled to himself and proceeded to elaborate his little scheme.
Pomp was an unsuspecting party.
He busied himself about the evening meal and rendered up a repast which was delicious and appetizing.
Then, after the meal was over, all repaired to the deck to enjoy the balmy evening air.
Frank Reade, Jr., and Harding sat by the rail enjoying a social chat and some good cigars.
It was a fiendish plot which Barney had laid.
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