Tim turned to the head surgeon who had just entered the room.
“He’ll be back in the air in a few days,” said the surgeon. “He has a nasty crack on the head and it was a good thing you got him here when you did. Much more exposure and he would have had pneumonia.”
The surgeon had just stepped from the room when the managing editor of the News hurried in.
“Wonderful work, Tim,” said Carson. “Wonderful. We put out an extra on the story you phoned. Now let’s have the rest of it. This Sky Hawk angle makes it the most thrilling yarn of the year.”
For the better part of half an hour, Tim and Ralph related their experiences while a stenographer took down their story.
The next day the Sky Hawk’s daring robbery and their rescue of the air mail flyer were the talk of the town. Before noon, Tim was visited by Hunter, who was not only manager of the local field, but representative for the Transcontinental company.
Hunter looked worried and his words bore out his looks.
“This Sky Hawk is getting to be a nuisance,” he told Tim. “He’s picked us for $500,000 and although we had it covered by insurance, it doesn’t help matters any. Old Tom Blair, who heads our company, has wired me to use every means to apprehend the Sky Hawk. The police and state officials are doing all they can, but the very nature of his operations leaves them almost helpless.”
“Flying cops are something for the future,” smiled Tim.
“And that’s just what we need,” went on Hunter. “I want you to agree to help me all you can. Keep your eyes peeled and your ears close to the ground. You may be able to turn up something the police can’t uncover. And remember, Tim,” he grinned, “there’ll be something more than just the fun of a story if you get the Sky Hawk.”