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The boy who had run away with the Drifter had features strongly marked and not readily forgotten. The picture had been taken in the open street. Jerry was standing there talking to a Chinaman. "Some scene you know, Dashaway?" asked Mr. Alden. "No, somebody I know and am very anxious to find," replied Dave. "So? Let me have a look at it."
"Another couple of hundred miles?" repeated Dave. "That is what I said, Dashaway." "You are carrying things with a high hand, Mr. Dawson." "Yes? Well, I know what I am doing." "You may overreach yourself." "Humph! I'll take my chances on that. You are smart, Dashaway, but you can't scare me and you can't get the best of me." "But the law will get you, some day or another." "Bah!
King had taken a prominent part in some motion pictures bringing in the monoplane, the Aegis. "I didn't expect to see you way up here, Dashaway," spoke Mr. Alden. "How are you getting along?" "First class, thanks to the friendly help you gave me in the first place," responded the young aviator. "I'm glad of that. Come up to my room and tell me all about it, Dashaway.
It marked the starting point in the aviation career of the latter, and that in its turn had meant a first step up the ladder for his faithful comrade, Hiram. In the first volume of this series, entitled: "Dave Dashaway, the Young Aviator; Or, In the Clouds for Fame and Fortune," the career of Dave Dashaway has been told.
I'll go out on that ledge of rocks and explore a little myself." "Hello, Dave Dashaway!" sang out an exultant voice, just as Dave was about to remove his shoes. Around the ledge of rock came a light skiff. The oarsman was Dave's missing comrade. He drove the boat upon the sandy beach and leaped out with a gay laugh. "Why, Hiram," exclaimed the young aviator in marked surprise.
"I'll face it any time for Dashaway, though. The telegram may be important." The big aero field looked lonely and gloomy as the man crossed it. Lights showed here and there in the various buildings scattered about the enclosure. The ground was wet and soft. The rain came in chilling dashes.
"But what about the Drifter, Mr. Ridgley?" persisted Dave. "It is the property of my employers. I came after it, and I want it." A faint smile of mingled amusement and admiration crossed the face of Ridgely. Reckless fellow that he was, he could not fail to recognize the fact that Dave, indeed, had business to attend to. "You take it pretty cool, Dashaway," he observed.
Dave read and reread this message, weighing every word in his mind as he did so. Hiram sat watching him in a fever of suspense and anxiety. Finally he exclaimed: "See here, Dave Dashaway, is that Greek you can't make out, or have you gone to sleep?" "I was only trying to figure out this telegram," replied Dave thoughtfully. "Here, read it for yourself, and see what you make of it."
I didn't want to speak of it but since you've brought it up: Chet Dashaway probably resents the fact that you got this new furniture down in the Cities instead of here. I didn't want to raise any objection at the time but After all, I make my money here and they naturally expect me to spend it here." "If Mr.
"Jerry Dawson," was Dave Dashaway's reply. "That is the machine I want, Mr. Randolph," said Dave Dashaway. It was two days after the young aviator had told his friends at Columbus the name of the person he suspected of stealing the aero-hydroplane, the Drifter from the Interstate Aeroplane Company.
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