“Out of your hands, Mr. Jones,” snapped the prosecuting attorney sharply. “The case must go to the grand jury.”
“Andy—I—I’ll come and see you,” said Jones, as the officer marched Andy back to the jail room.
“Two thousand dollars bail,” ruminated Andy, once again under lock and key. “I can never hope to find anybody to get me out. Too bad—I’m out of the airship race for good.”
CHAPTER XVII—A TRUE FRIEND
“All right, Andy.”
“Did you send the telegram?”
“Yes, and paid for it, so there would be no delay.”
“You needn’t have done that.”
“I wanted to be sure that it went double rush.”
“All right, I will settle with you when they give me back my money.”