“Why, I know where this came from!” cried Dave suddenly.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“It fell out of that airship that just went over us. It was this bundle that hit the horse and made him run away.”
“Why—why—” stammered Ned in great excitement. “Do you think so?”
“I am sure of it. That name there, too—‘King’. I read about him being down at the meet at Fairfield in a paper yesterday, and ‘C. A. A.’ means Central Aero Association.”
“Is there much money, Dave?” questioned Ned.
“About fifty dollars.”
“What are you going to do with it?”