“You did it all,” declared his enthusiastic champion. “Why, those other fellows just lopped around like lazy flies. Not one of them went up over two hundred feet.”
A little later they heard Grimshaw approaching. He was chuckling and talking to himself.
“A big advertisement for my aviation school, hey?” he cried, bursting in upon the two friends. “Dashaway, when you get rested just drop down to the office and get that trophy.”
“I’ve won?” cried Dave.
“Skill, rapidity and altitude—all three points,” was the glad announcement of the old aerial engineer.
Mr. King came into evidence a few minutes later.
“I’m pretty proud of you, Dashaway,” he said, in his hearty, forcible way. “This means a professional dash pretty soon, I can tell you.”
About an hour later Dave and Hiram were making their way to the Aegis hangar. As they passed one of the temporary refreshment stands they came upon a crowd of five boys.
“It’s Jerry and his crowd,” whispered Hiram.
“Don’t pay any attention to them, Hiram,” answered Dave.