“I’ll put that in the contract,” promised Tim. “Keep this under your hat for I wouldn’t want the Advance to print the story of our own air show first.”
“I’ll forget all about it until I read your story tomorrow,” promised Hunter.
Tim returned to the managing editor’s office.
“Hunter has no objections but the High Flyers must pay the field fifteen per cent of all the money they take in on passenger rides. That’s the customary percentage for barnstormers.”
The managing editor had the contract from the High Flyers on his desk and Tim, at his suggestion, filled out the blank.
“I’ll telegraph McDowell that we will expect them to land here Saturday,” said Carson. “They’re over at Charleston this week.”
“You might ask him to send on any pictures of the flyers and planes that are available,” suggested Tim.
When Tim left the managing editor’s office he knew he was in for a busy week. There would be stories every day about the flying circus and then the problems of parking and policing the airport, for a huge crowd would be on hand to see the stunt flying.
“Get the Jupiter all tuned up?” asked someone behind him.
Tim turned to face Ralph Graves, another News reporter who had been his flying companion on many an adventure. Two years before when news had been breaking fast on the skyways, Tim had trained Ralph in flying and the other reporter now held a transport license. They were bosom companions and their managing editor counted on them coming in with any story to which they were assigned.