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The clerk stared vaguely, as if he did not quite understand the situation. "Yes," eagerly broke in the irrepressible Hiram, as if he was introducing some big magnate, "he's Dave Dashaway, and he's beat the field with the Interstate Baby Racer." "Oh, Dashaway, eh?" said the clerk, with a pleasant smile. "I've heard of you and read about you."
He was just leaving the hotel when one placed a hand on his shoulder, with the friendly words: "Why, hello, Dashaway." Dave turned quickly, startled for a moment. Then his face broke into smiles of warm welcome. "Mr. Alden," he said, and returned the friendly hand clasp of his companion.
"We're airship boys," explained Hiram hastily, but proudly. "Oh!" commented Colonel Lyon slowly, looking the pair over from head to foot. "That is, Dave is an airman," corrected Hiram. "He's Dave Dashaway." "Why, I've heard of you. At the Dayton meet, weren't you? Honorable mention, or was it a prize?" "Both," shot out Hiram promptly. "That's very good," said the colonel.
The youth crossed the grounds of the plant and again entered the office building. He did not wait to announce himself, but, as he reached the door of the manager's room and found it closed, he tapped briskly. "Come in," spoke Mr. Randolph. "Hello, you, Dashaway?" "Yes, Sir," bowed Dave, removing his cap. "You are back soon." "Sooner than I planned," replied Dave, "But I "
If he had been own father to the lads, Mr. King could not have greeted them more affectionately. "You've done us all proud, Dashaway," he declared. "Got a telegram from the Interstate folks, and the noon paper. The paper has given you two columns. This way. A friend waiting to see you." Mr. King pushed Dave across the little room in the hangar he used as an office.
Price was the same keen-faced, ferret-like person he always appeared, as Dave introduced him to the manager. "I have heard of you from our young friend, Dashaway," said Mr. Randolph. "Lucky I ran across him," responded the officer, in his usual short, jerky way. "Lucky to catch you here, too, before you got off, Dashaway." "Then you came specially to see me?" asked Dave.
The situation was a novel one. He had never heard of any one stealing an airship before. The Interstate manager aroused him from his reverie with the words: "We sent for you, Dashaway, because you are our most active man in the field." "That sounds pretty grand for a young fellow like me," returned Dave with a smile, and flushing up, too. "We gage out men by what they do," replied Mr.
"Then you think well of it?" asked Dave. "You do not have to ask that of an old aeronaut enthusiast, my boy," replied Mr. Dale. "Yes, Dashaway," said the aviator, "Mr. Dale has promised gladly to furnish the capital to put through our newest giant airship scheme." So, for the present, we leave Dave Dashaway, the young aviator, and his friends.
"I want to see how she works, and must get back to the hangars on business." The Reliance, the new hydroplane of the Interstate people, was twenty feet long and had a fuel gauge and a bilge pump. Dave got into his seat, and Hiram sat directly beside him. A touch put the machinery in motion. 'There's a puffy eighteen mile wind, Dashaway," cried out Mr. King.
"Something has come up that makes me think I ought to be there in the interests of my employers early to-morrow morning. I am figuring out how I can make it." "See here, Dashaway," spoke the old airman in a grim, impressive way, "don't you do anything reckless." "I won't," answered Dave. "You know you once said I was all business. Well, I'll always try to do my duty without any unnecessary risks."
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