Mr. King made a quick close landing. They had to roll fifty feet over the course to escape a collision with a biplane just getting ready for a flight.
The motion picture manager came up to them smiling and pleased.
“That was first class,” he said. “We got the basis for one-half dozen airship scenes, Mr. King. See here, this gentleman has made a proposition to me that strikes me right. He wants to talk it over with you.”
The airman turned to find himself facing the old inventor. Dave noticed that the latter was full of some excitement.
“Mr. King, you can do me the biggest favor of my life,” declared Mr. Dixon earnestly.
“Indeed—how is that?” asked the aviator.
“My parachute garment, you know. You said you would take up the matter with me this afternoon.”
“I know I did, and so I will.”
“I want you to anticipate that.”
“In what way?”