“There isn’t another Andy like you in the whole world,” enthusiastically declared Parks. “Yes, sir,” as a man waved to him from the table on the grand stand.
“Here’s the check, Parks,” notified the judge.
“Well, we’ve won it, haven’t we?” chuckled the aeronaut.
“You have, and it’s ready for you. A pretty piece of paper, hey—five thousand dollars. Make it out to you?”
“I’ll take it in two checks,” answered Parks.
“Mr. Parks——” began Andy.
“There’s only one check for the whole amount,” replied the judge, “and only the name left to be filled in.”
“Oh, that’s the way of it, eh?” said the aeronaut. “All right, fill it in John Parks and Andy Nelson. I reckon, Andy, I can’t get that twenty-five hundred dollars away from you without your signature.”
He poked Andy in the ribs in jolly fun. He was all smiles and laughter as he shouted an order to Scipio to hurry home and get up the best celebration dinner he knew how. Then, Andy following him, he stepped forward to take the arm of Mr. Morse, and thus, the Japanese walking with Andy and congratulating him on his great feat, they crossed the field away from the crowds.
Some one broke over the dead line ropes and made a dash after them, yelling loudly: