“The ball has been set rolling,” he spoke, “there is no doubt of that. No matter what we think or guess about the Dictator, it seems certain that the craft has made a start. Leblance has gone to set his men at night work. The Albatross must be gotten in trim for its flight within forty-eight hours.”
“As quickly as that!” exclaimed Dave.
“Leblance assures me he will have the Albatross all ready for its flight by day after to-morrow,” said the airman. “Make preparations, my friends. There must be no delay.”
“Hurrah!” whispered Hiram, into the ear of his young friend.
The guests of Mr. King saw that his mind was seriously on his business, and arose to depart.
“Some of our crowd will be here to give the Albatross the right send-off,” one of them declared.
The airman saw the visitors to the door. When he returned he snatched up his hat quickly.
“Come with me, Dashaway; you too, Hiram,” he directed.
“Where are you going?” inquired Mr. Dale.
“To the aerodrome. There is going to be a lot of rush work to do, and perhaps we can help.”