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Now, the morning following, the two aviator friends found themselves at the Interstate factory, where both received a warm welcome from Mr. Randolph. Dave now related to the manager all that he had held back during his first visit to the great plant. "I say, Dashaway, that's simply wonderful," was Mr. Randolph's enthusiastic comment.
Dave Dyer and Sam Clark were as cordial as she had been fancying; but wasn't there an impersonal abruptness in the "H' are yuh?" of Chet Dashaway? Howland the grocer was curt. Was that merely his usual manner? "It's infuriating to have to pay attention to what people think. In St. Paul I didn't care. But here I'm spied on. They're watching me.
When there is something distinctive in a community a visitor is supposed to take it in, and in the evening we attend the meeting of the Dashaway Association in its own hall in Post Street near Dupont. It numbers five thousand members and meets Sunday mornings and evenings. Strict temperance is a live issue at this time. The Sons of Temperance maintain four divisions.
"The badge I bought from the tramp at Bolton was the property of young Dawson." "Sure of that, Dashaway?" Mr. King had inquired. "Oh, yes. The initials are crude, but they certainly stand for 'J. D. and not 'T. O. as the tramp thought." An inspection of the duplicate badge by both Mr. King and Hiram satisfied them that Dave's theory was correct.
"I would like to go back to Columbus on the first train, Mr. Randolph." "Very well." "I want to look up some affairs there, consult with Mr. King, and come back here the next day." "And then?" "I shall perhaps want to use the very best aircraft you have in your factory." "To hunt for the Drifter?" "Yes, Sir." "Dashaway, the whole plant and everything in it is at your service." "Thank you, Sir."
Young Dawson convinced me that we could run things so our airship could make trips for a long time, and here you are on our trail within seventy-two hours." "Yes, Mr. Ridgely," acknowledged the young aviator. "They found a clew and started pursuit right after you stole the Drifter." "You mean you did. Don't be modest, Dashaway.
"Last night while I was planning over it, a sudden idea came to me. Dashaway, you remember that fellow who stole my watch and money and medal from you?" "You mean the young thief who called himself Briggs, and then Gregg?" "Exactly." "Yes, Mr. King." "And how he used some letters sent to your father from a great friend of his?" "Mr.
"Yes, the Interstate people can well afford it," commented Hiram. "Think of it: a ten thousand dollar order! Hurrah!" "Dashaway, you're a wonder." "Thank you, sir." "And I'm proud of you," added Mr. Robert King, the winner of the monoplane endurance prize, and the man who had practically adopted Dave into the aviation field.
"I've got something to say as to the matter of pride," spoke up old Grimshaw. "A lad who can make the run Dashaway did with the Baby Racer, is a boy to holler about." "If there's anything to be proud about," added Dave, "it's the right good friends I've made." "My friends, too" put in the impetuous Hiram. "I'm getting along famously. Why, I only tipped out of the dummy airship once yesterday."
Brick wrapped up in a flannel petticoat just as good, anyway!" "How's Ella's tonsils, Mr. Stowbody?" yawned Chet Dashaway. While Mr. Stowbody gave a somatic and psychic study of them, Carol reflected, "Are they really so terribly interested in Ella's tonsils, or even in Ella's esophagus? I wonder if I could get them away from personalities? Let's risk damnation and try."
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