I want your assistance."
"Ye can hev that," came the quick answer, "and if your lay is no
one's business, why, it ain't none o' ours."
"I'm glad to hear that," answered Ned. "But there may be some who
will not be so considerate."
"When I pass the word I guess they'll all think about like me,"
interrupted the Clarkeville official. "Ye jest tell me what it is
you want."
"First I'll explain to you that in the other part of this car we
have the material to make a dirigible balloon."
"A what!" exclaimed the Mayor, his mouth full of chicken.
"A balloon that you can guide through the air."
Curt Bradley dropped his knife.
"One o' them flyin' machines?"
"Exactly."
"And kin we all see it fly?"
"Certainly," answered Ned, "if you will just see that no one
interferes with us. I shall be glad in time to show you, I hope,
the most perfect dirigible balloon ever put together and to explain
just how it is to be operated. But in a few days, when it is ready,
we are going to sail away on business that is our own. And when
that time comes curiosity must stop.
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