"No, no," he shouted. "We're no gudgeons! You'll have to do better than
that!"
"See here, Edmund," Jack suddenly exclaimed, "why don't you make off and
leave them? By keeping just above their reach we could easily escape."
"_And leave the car?_" was the reply.
"By Jo," returned Jack, "I never thought of that. But, then, what did you
run away for at all?"
"Because," said Edmund quietly, "I thought it better to parley than to
lie in prison."
"Parley! How are you going to parley?"
"That remains to be seen; but I guess we'll manage it."
We were now, as far as I could estimate, five or six miles high. When we
were highest, the great cloud dome seemed to be but a little way above
our heads, and I thought, at first, that Edmund intended to run up into
it and thus conceal our movements. The highest of our pursuers were about
half a mile below us. They circled about, and were evidently parleying on
their own account, for waves of color flowed all about them, making a
spectacle so brilliant and beautiful that sometimes I almost forgot our
critical situation in watching it.
"I suppose you'll play them a prismatic symphony," said Henry mockingly.
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