“Tell Mr. Brackett everything, Bruce,” directed Hiram, “and get me word just as soon as you can.”
“Hope for the best, Hiram,” said Bruce cheeringly. “There’s surely some way out of this trouble for two smart fellows like you and Dave Dashaway.”
Hiram waved his hand in adieu to Bruce as the train started. Then Hiram proceeded back to the hangar, his lips compressed and his face looking resolute.
“Now to wait until dark!” grimly soliloquized the young pilot of the Scout.
CHAPTER XVIII
A STRANGE MESSAGE
“Too worried to eat,” spoke Hiram Dobbs to himself at supper time. “Too busy to do any sleeping to-night.”
Dusk had settled down over the International grounds as he sallied forth after an impatient hour spent in waiting for darkness. He locked the hangar, and turned in the direction of the Syndicate camp.
“Slow, and cautious, and sure,” murmured Hiram. “I’ve got plenty of time, and I must be careful not to muddle matters through any haste. It’s Borden, first and foremost. When I locate him I’ll find some way to attract his attention.”