"Well, what are we going to do about it?" asked the third man with a
grin, "build an aeroplane, too. For myself I'm free to confess I
ain't no sky pilot and don't never expect to be one."

"This ain't a minstrel show," scowled Red Bill.

"Couldn't help laffin' though," said the black-mustached one,
"talkin' uv aviators reminded me of that story of the feller who
went ter see I lier doctor and git some medicine. Ther doc he says,
'I want you to take three drops in water very day.' Ther young chap
fainted. When he recovered they asked him what the matter was. He
says, 'I'm an aviator. Three drops in water would finish me in a
week.'"

"That'll do from you," grunted Red Bill, without the trace of a
smile at this little anecdote, "let's git down to bizness. Those
folks leave here to-morrow. They'll go early in the morning. "We
can't follow them too close without excitin' suspicion. The problem
is to keep track of them without they're knowing it."

"Don't they take any servants or help?" asked Bellew after a pause.

"Yes, they do."

"You're certain?"

"I made it my business to find out. They are going to take a guide.
Have him engaged, in fact."