“Will he put me at something?”
“I think he will. He has the concessions at all the meets for food supplies and the like. That will bring you in touch with every angle of the aeroplane business, and you look like a boy who would learn.”
“Just try me and see!” chuckled Hiram. “Thank you, sir, I’ll get directly about this business.”
“Wait a minute—got any money?”
“No, sir, I haven’t.”
“There’s a dollar.”
“But I’m not begging, sir,” dissented Hiram. “If I get work——”
“You can hand it back pay day.”
Hiram came out with dancing eyes. He jumped up in the air, cracking his heels together. Then, out of sheer jubilation, he slapped Dave on the shoulder.
“I’ve got a job!” he cried.