CHAPTER XI
THE TUMBLING DONKEY
“Ramsey,” Mary caught her breath. “Did he—he—”
“Did he land safely?” Her father’s eyes shone. “Of course he did. I followed him down in my two-seater.”
“You!” she exclaimed. “Were you in that fight?”
“Surely. Didn’t you recognize my bronco-buster salute?”
“Yes, but—”
“You didn’t think it was I? I don’t wonder at that. I would have told you I was to be in it, but I was afraid it would make you nervous.”
“Nervous?” she shuddered. “After today, I shall never be nervous again.”
“It was a grand fight,” he enthused. “You and Sparky had a real part in it.”