"Say, Dave Dashaway, now what do you think of that!" burst out
Hiram, as the man got out of earshot.
"Think of what, Hiram?" inquired the young aviator.
"Friend of the Dawsons!"
"Well, they've got to know somebody, haven't they?"
"That's so, but I don't like the fellow you rescued."
"Why not, Hiram?"
"Did you notice the way he hesitated when we asked him where he had come from?"
"Yes."
"And about that launch? He didn't seem to care what had become of it."
"Maybe it didn't belong to him."