[CHAPTER XVII]
THE AEROPLANE SPY
“Where’ve you been?” demanded the factory umpire instantly.
“I’ve been asleep in the tent,” responded Connie, smiling.
“How long?” continued his questioner.
“’Bout an hour and a half!”
“Have you been out of bounds?” broke in Professor Souter.
“No, sir. I’ve never been over a few hundred yards from this spot.”
“Then you must have disguised yourself,” suggested the third umpire.
“No, sir—I did not. Ever’thing has been fair an’ square.”
“Then I think it’s up to you to tell us how you passed through this crowd without anyone seeing you,” exclaimed Mr. Chase of the table factory skeptically.