"Fort Bayard," said Herb, laughing. Certainly, this was an engaging young fellow, and he didn't mind having him along at all.
"Now, young man, I'm going to throw you out of that seat if you don't move over, and let me run this thing!" commanded the stranger. "Hike!"
Fly good-naturedly gave way, for he shared Herb's admiration and was thoroughly pleased with this new acquaintance.
"Who—who are you?" asked Fly again, as the machine ascended.
"That's what I want to know about you," returned the stranger. "I'll tell if you will. My name's Chance."
"Chance!" gasped the boys at once.
"Sure. Ever hear of me?"
"You bet," answered Herb heartily. "You know Hawke, don't you?"
"Hawke the government aviator?" repeated the stranger in surprise.
"Yep."