“No one, I’m afraid.”
“Say!” exclaimed Bob quickly, “I have an idea!”
“Can it; the weather’s not good for keeping ideas,” said Ned, half sarcastically.
“No, I mean it,” went on the stout youth. “If you want to find Axtell, why don’t you ask some of the exhibitors out at the grounds? There are a lot of airship men there, and maybe they know of him, or can tell us of some one who does.”
“Bravo, Chunky!” cried Jerry. “That isn’t a bad idea. I’ll do it.”
“I would say that was a very good suggestion,” remarked Mr. Morton. “Some one at the grounds, where there are so many men interested in aeronautics, ought to be able to give us a clue. But wait; I have just thought of something. I will telephone to the secretary of the carnival, and he may be able to put us on the right track without the need of so many inquiries as would otherwise have to be made.”
Mr. Morton lost no time in putting his idea into execution. He telephoned from his office, where the motor boys and their friends were, to the secretary of the carnival, asking for any information concerning Axtell or Masterly. Mr. Glassford and the boys could hear the clicking of the receiver, as the answer was returned.
“Good!” suddenly exclaimed the lawyer. “That’s fine. We’ll be right out there!”
“What is it?” asked Mr. Glassford eagerly.
“Axtell is on the grounds now,” explained the lawyer. “He has a ship entered in the contests, and his assistant is Masterly. We have found our man! Now to get him to make an affidavit, and we will have that injunction formally vacated!”