The walls of the frail canvas structure were thin. Sounds readily penetrated to the outside air. Two persons seemed to be in the room beyond the open door. One of them was speaking now. These words fell upon the hearing of the two listeners.
“You’d better give Jerry another chance, Mr. King.”
“Another chance?” shouted a deep angry voice. “If your boy ever comes around here again I’ll horsewhip him within an inch of his life, Mr. Dawson, and I want you to make yourself scarce, too!”
CHAPTER XI
THE AIR KING
“You’ll be awful sorry for this,” Dave and his companion heard next.
“That’s enough, Dawson.”
“My boy, Jerry, knows this business, and you won’t find a lot who do.”
“I tell you that will do,” was the forcible response, “and it ends it. Your son gave away a lot of information to a competitor. There are things missing, too.”