"Ain't it against the rules for a girl to drive an aeroplane in this contest."
"Not that I am aware of," rejoined the officer. He reached over to a stack of pink booklets.
"Here's a book of rules. Read it."
"Hold on," cried Fanning, as the officer moved off, "I want to make a protest I——"
"Make your protest in writing. No verbal ones will be considered," said the officer briefly.
"But see here——"
"I've no time to talk now, Mr. Harding. Good morning," and the officer passed on.
The crowd began to grin, and soon laughed openly. This enraged Fanning the more. He angrily shoved his way to the outskirts where Regina was awaiting him.
"Well?" she said, lifting her dark eyebrows.
"Well," echoed Fanning in a surly tone, "it's no go."