“You know I’ll do everything I can,” replied Tim, as Hunter, weighed down with his worries, said goodbye.
But the Sky Hawk seemed to have dropped from sight. There was a dearth of news and the managing editor cast anxious eyes about for interesting material with which to fill the columns of his paper.
Ever since he had been given the assignment as the flying reporter, Tim had cherished the hope that some day he would be given permission to write a daily column on aviation. That day had been particularly quiet and devoid of stories with interest and to Tim it seemed the right time to approach his managing editor.
After the rush of the final edition had subsided and the presses were roaring their symphony of news, Tim accosted the managing editor.
“I’m sure I can give you a column of live news about aviation every day, Mr. Carson,” he said. “We’re not running very heavy on news right now and if you’ll give me the space, I’d like to show you what I can do.”
“When would you have the time to handle it, Tim?” asked the managing editor. “I couldn’t spare you for two or three hours every day for that.”
“I’m not asking for that,” replied Tim. “If you’ll give me a column, I’ll write the stories after hours and in the evening. I know most of the flyers at the field here and then with the chaps who are flying the air mail, there is an unlimited field for human interest stories. On top of that, I’m keeping right up on all the developments of aviation. All I need is the space, Mr. Carson!”
“When do you want to start it?” asked Carson.
“Any time you can give me the room.”
“Can you whip a column of material into shape by tomorrow morning?”