Herbert Strang, King of the Air; Or, To Morocco on an Aeroplane
“ Who’s Oliphant? Am I on my head or my heels?” “Oh, I forgot you didn’t know,” said Tom with a smile. “Your new stoker was Oliphant in disguise. You see, Byles, your late stoker, had to remain at home and attend to his sick mother.” “No more sick than I am!” declared Mr. Greatorex. “Don’t believe he had a mother! M’Cracken, indeed! I’ll M’Cracken him! I hope his father will get him well thrashed when he goes back to school.” “He’s rather big for that, don’t you think?” “The bigger the better! I never heard of such a thing! The impudence of it! And taking us all in so! ”
