“Have you any entrants named Brown or Black?” went on Jerry, who was somewhat anxious for news of the two strange men.
“Hum! Brown and Black. Oh, yes, I remember now. They were here, with their machine, too, a big biplane named the Silver Star.”
“That’s it!” exclaimed Ned eagerly.
“But they left,” went on the secretary. “They refused to comply with the rules regarding the number of flights, and left in a huff. I don’t much care, as I didn’t like their appearance. But I’m glad you boys are here. You’ll be a sort of drawing-card, as you have quite a reputation in aviation circles.”
“Thanks!” said Jerry with a laugh, as the genial secretary withdrew.
“Well, we’ve got Noddy to reckon with, but not the others,” remarked Ned, as they proceeded to wash up for supper, over which Bob was already busy in the galley.
“Yes, and Noddy’s enough trouble at a time,” spoke Jerry.
Ned had lathered himself well and was about to indulge in the luxury of a splashing in the basin, when some shouts outside caused Jerry, who was getting rid of his coat and vest, to rush from the hangar.
“I’ll wager it’s the professor in trouble over his bugs again,” ventured the merchant’s son.