“Long story. Want to see Mr. King first. Have you seen him?”
“Have I seen him?” repeated Hiram volubly. “He woke me up at midnight, worried to death about you. Made me get up and join him in a search. He said it wasn’t like you to be off skylarking, with all there was to think about, arrange and do for today’s flight.”
“He was right there.”
“I knew it, and told him so,” said Hiram. “Then he got thinking there was foul play somewhere.”
“There was,” assented Dave.
“That Jerry Dawson?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Not positively. Keep along with me, and I’ll tell you all about it. I’m on pins and needles till I reach Mr. King. Say, Hiram, answer me one question.”
“Yes, sir!”