"It's the airship route or nothing, Hiram," said Dave. "I'm going
in the biplane."

"The Baby Racer?"

"Yes."

"On such a night as this! Why, Dave," began Hiram, almost in alarm.

"Don't say a word," interrupted Dave with a preemptory wave of his
hand. "I've made up my mind, and that ends it."

"It usually does," said Hiram. "If you're bound to do it, though,
Dave--"

"I certainly am."

"Ask Mr. Grimshaw's advice, first."

"Not for worlds."

"Why not?"

"I think he would try to stop me. See here, Hiram, I've thought it
all over. I know it's a hard, rough night, but I also know what the
Baby Racer can do."

"It's a pretty bad night to do any fooling in the air," remarked
Hiram.