“It has, but how did you learn it?”
The handsome youth smiled as he offered his hand.
“I am Paul Mitchell, from Garden City; we received a telegram from your father this morning asking us to send a biplane to you at once, as yours had been knocked out of commission. We happened to have one ready and I started right off and have made pretty good time to this spot in Pennsylvania.”
“I should say you had, for it is several hundred miles from Long Island; but how in the name of the seven wonders did father come to know of my mishap?”
Young Mitchell laughed.
“He gave no explanation, but some one must have told him.”
“Who could it have been?”
“I give it up.”
“Were you asked to come to Groveton?”
“No; Chesterton was given as the place where your misfortune overtook you. Since I did not know the particulars, our folks thought it best I should meet you at some point not far from there. In replying to your father’s telegram, I stated this, which explains why he repeated the name to you.”