Grub and necessaries was to be provided by Scudder--for salary as stated and commission understood.
"It took Nate less than a week to find out what old Dixland was up to.
When he learned it, he set down in the sand and fairly snorted disgust.
The old idiot was cal'latin' to FLY.

Seems that for years he'd been experimentin' with what he called 'aeroplanes,' and now he'd reached the stage where he b'lieved he could flap his wings and soar.

'Thinks I,' says Nate, 'your life work's cut out for you, Nate Scudder.

You'll spend the rest of your days as gen'ral provider for the Ozone private asylum.' Well, Scudder wa'n't complainin' none at the outlook.

He couldn't make a good livin' no easier.
"The aeroplane was in sections in them boxes and crates.