their new model hydroplane.

Hiram was practicing for a flight in the Baby Racer. The two
friends that rainy summer evening were interested in plans for the
coming meet and aviation business generally. The arrival of the
telegram once more introduces the reader to Dave Dashaway, now
popularly known as the young aviator.

The telegram which Grimshaw had brought to Dave was dated at the
headquarters of the Interstate Aeroplane Co., some three hundred
miles distant. It was addressed to Dave in care of Mr. King, and it
was signed by the manager of the company. It read as follows:

"Our sales agent, Timmins, reported from your quarters at Columbus
three days ago. Was due at Kewaukee this morning on big contract
with County Fair Amusement Co. Wired Northern Hotel there, where we
had forwarded all the contracts and papers, and he is not there.
Find him at any expense, and get him to Kewaukee before to-morrow
morning, or the Star Aero Co. will get the order. Fear some trick.
This means ten thousand dollars to us."

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