“Can you find the pocketbook, Andy?”
“Unless it has been removed from the place where it was three weeks ago, I am sure that I can.”
“H-m, this sets me thinking,” observed Parks. “I’ll see that the lawyer gets the message, Andy. I’ll be back here to-morrow.”
“Mr. Parks,” said Andy seriously, “I don’t think you had better try to raise the money. It will be harder than you think, and all this will take up your time and attention away from the airship race.”
“There won’t be any airship race for me if you are out of it, will there?” demanded Parks.
“Why not? You can surely find someone to take my place. It’s the Racing Star that is going to win the race, not the man at the lever. He’s got to keep his eyes open, but the machine is so far ahead of anything I’ve seen, that a careful, active pilot can hardly fail to win.”
Parks looked dubious and unconvinced.
“I’m going to get you out of here,” he maintained stubbornly, and, knowing the determined character of his employer, Andy went back to the lockup believing that he would keep his word.
“What’s the news, Andy?” inquired Chase eagerly.
“The best in the world, Mr. Chase,” replied Andy brightly.