“A girl?” repeated Dave, staring somewhat mystified at the approaching vehicle.
“Yes.”
“That’s queerer still,” remarked the young aviator.
CHAPTER II
“FOR MOTHER’S SAKE”
“Whoa!” sang out Hiram Dobbs, bringing the team to a halt and beckoning to Dave.
“Why, what’s the trouble, Hiram?” inquired the young aviator.
“Crowd didn’t come, that’s all.”
“And no word from them?”
“Why, yes, there was a wire,” and Dave’s friend and assistant handed a yellow sheet to Dave with the explanation: “Operator at the station gave it to me that way. A rush, so I read it.”
“That’s all right,” returned Dave, and he also read the brief dispatch in his turn.