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King. "Well, that is a little better," replied Grimshaw. "I'm dying to see that new aero-hydroplane Dave's people are getting out," remarked the ardent Hiram. "They wrote me it would be completed this week," said Dave. "And you are going to run it, Dave?" "I think so, I hope so. They claim great things for it." "Well, give your hydroplane a spin, Dashaway," suggested Mr. King.
King's property from Dave, a graceless youth named Gregg, was found, and the property recovered. He had also got hold of some papers that belonged to Dave's father. Gregg through these had obtained a trace of a Mr. Dale, a great friend of the dead balloonist. He had made Mr. Dale believe he was the real Dave Dashaway, until he was unmasked.
In fact, he was on the point of making the pretended Dave Dashaway heir to all his fortune." "You told me about that," said Dave. "When we left Dayton to come here, we had to make a hurried jump to fill our contract, as you know. I let Gregg go, after recovering my stolen property from him, but I got a written confession of his bold imposture, first.
Its accents were as pert and ringing as ever, and Dave was overjoyed to know that his loyal comrade was alive and apparently unhurt. "Say, Dawson," here broke in Ridgely, "I want to speak to you." "Put this fellow in with Dashaway," ordered Jerry, and then the door of Dave's prison place was pulled open.
"You'll find your friends over there," he said. "All right," nodded the man he had rescued. "Lucky I met you. Thanks." "Say, Dave Dashaway, now what do you think of that!" burst out Hiram, as the man got out of earshot. "Think of what, Hiram?" inquired the young aviator. "Friend of the Dawsons!" "Well, they've got to know somebody, haven't they?"
Dashaway will kindly tell me how any civilized person can furnish a room out of the mortuary pieces that he calls " She remembered. She said meekly, "But I understand." "And Howland and Ludelmeyer Oh, you've probably handed 'em a few roasts for the bum stocks they carry, when you just meant to jolly 'em. But rats, what do we care!
"That's it exactly. Bad news, Dashaway, I'm sorry to say," announced the aviator in a very serious tone. The aviator led the way back to the Aegis hangar. Dave saw that Mr. King was not inclined to explain any further until they were off the public course, so he asked no more questions, for the present. Dave had a good deal to tell himself. His mind had been full of it all day.
"You know all about it?" repeated Dave Dashaway, looking up in great surprise. "That's what I do," declared Hiram positively. "What do you mean?" "I'll explain." "I wish you would." "I'm a blockhead, that's just what I am!" cried Hiram. "I don't know what possessed me that I didn't tell you all about it before." "See here, Hiram," broke in Dave, "What are you talking about?" "Why, about Mr.
"Record breaker of what?" pressed the persistent Hiram. "Well," said Mr. King with an animated sparkle in his eye, "you and Dashaway come down to the hangar this evening, and I'll tell you all about it." Dave Dashaway and his friend were promptly on hand at the Aegis hangar at eight o'clock that evening. Usually the boys took their meals with Mr. King.
"Are they on the Canadian side yet?" questioned Ridgely anxiously. "I don't know that, and I shouldn't feel right in telling you if I did," replied Dave. "You had better let me go, Mr. Ridgely. It won't sound well, when things get righted, that you kept me a prisoner here." "I haven't all the say about that, Dashaway," confessed Ridgely in a rueful way.
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