“I see—a grand idea.”
“Father says that light at high elevations is richer in ultra violet rays.”
“Say, you’re some scientist, aren’t you?” put in Bob Dallow.
“I’ll give you some more,” laughed Ben: “You get out of the bacterial effect in the upper air currents.”
“Well, I’ll have a talk with Mr. Hardy after we’ve won the high flight and long distance prizes,” observed Mr. Davis.
“Oh, you are going to win both of them, are you?” chuckled Bob.
“I said ‘we,’” corrected Mr. Davis, with a quick glance at Ben. “I have made my record on the elevation feature. What do you say, Ben, to taking my place and seeing what the Dart can do?”
“Oh!” exclaimed Ben, “you don’t mean it?”
“I do, and you shall,” replied the old aviator promptly. “It’s your heart’s desire—eh? And you would like to get that five hundred dollar prize to help your father carry on his suit against Saxton.”
“I say, Bob,” cried Ben quickly, “you have been telling secrets out of school.”