human
I'm willing to pay $200 if you will take Frank Armstrong to the Queen's Club, or as near to that point as you can get, and I'll give you an equal amount not to take me.
gpt
You needn't be afraid, said Butler,
human
I have no machine that will carry more than one passenger. It will have to be only one of you.
gpt
That suits us both. Armstrong, here, wants to go and I don't, so we're all satisfied.
human
Have you ever been up?
gpt
Never, but I'm determined to get to London if I can, and I don't care how it is.
human
All right, said Butler.
gpt
We have no time to lose. I'll get out the big biplane. The plane was run out of the hangar, examined closely by the attendants, looked over in a cursory manner by the aviator himself.
human
Now, he said to Frank,
gpt
Good-by, old fellow, said the Codfish, half in fun and half in earnest, as Frank climbed to his precarious place alongside the aviator, and then to Butler,
human
Where do you come down?
gpt
One can never tell in this business, but I will try to land in Hendon, which is only about three miles from the Club.
human
And how long will it take?
gpt
Somewhere about thirty minutes if the wind aloft is as steady and strong as it seems to be down here.
human
Frank, that will get you to Hendon at one-forty-five, and a taxi will do the rest. I'll come as fast as I can in the motor, and if we don't get pinched again I may get to dear old London in time to see the finish.
gpt
All ready, sang out Butler. A half dozen attendants clung fast to the trail of the big biplane while another spun the propeller. The engine immediately sprang into noisy life, the roar of the exhaust drowning out all human speech in the neighborhood. Gleason saw the hands of the aviator drop off the steering-wheel in a downward sweeping signal which meant